The truth behind his mother's death

With a graceful motion, Jacqueline rose from her seat, signalling for Jaegar to follow her. He fell in step behind her, his eyes inadvertently drawn to her graceful form. 

 

Jacqueline was a striking presence, tall and possessing the curves that defined her femininity. Her beauty was undeniable, with a floral gown that cascaded elegantly down her legs and a corset that accentuated her waist. She maintained a conservative style, showing only a hint of skin and covering up to her neck. Her light blonde hair swayed with each step, a visual symphony accompanying her movements.

 

As they traversed the grand hallways of the palace, Jacqueline attempted to strike up a conversation. 

 

"You seem rather hostile towards me," she observed, her curiosity getting the best of her. 

 

"Is there a particular reason for your animosity?"