Almost Caught!

With her heart pounding in anticipation, she anxiously awaited the response of the man who had just proposed to her. Her gaze was fixated on the window, as if searching for a sign of what was to come. The past few days had been filled with worry, as she wondered whether the prisoners, she had freed had managed to escape the country safely. However, her anxiety was compounded by the fact that she had lost the keys she had stolen from the guards, and despite her best efforts, she still couldn't seem to locate them.

Tuile sat lost in contemplation, perched on the windowsill of her chamber. Her mind wandered aimlessly, lost in thought. The sudden entrance of the prince into her private sanctuary startled her, but she remained composed. His eyes were irresistibly drawn to her stunning beauty, and he stood in awe of her radiant presence. A growing fondness for the young maiden overcame him, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her graceful form.