The morning air was crisp, the scent of dew lingering in the gardens of the noble park. Eleanor strolled beside her mother, Duchess Aveline, enjoying the brief respite from the prying eyes of the court. Their conversation flitted between mundane topics—fashion trends and upcoming events—until a familiar figure emerged from the shaded path ahead.
"Dark air approaching," Duchess Aveline whispered, her lips barely moving as she tightened her grip on Eleanor's arm. Despite her warning, her face lit up with a practiced smile as Duchess Jade, Lady Seraphine's mother, approached.
"Duchess Jade," Aveline greeted, her tone sweet yet edged. Eleanor followed suit, dipping her head politely.
"Duchess Aveline, Lady Eleanor," Jade replied, her voice carrying an undercurrent of mockery. "It's good to see you both looking so...well."
