Lady Elara estate

The golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy of trees lining the path to Lady Elara Montrose's estate. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze was a soft symphony accompanying our measured steps.

It had been easier than I expected to find her this morning during her run, her golden hair catching the sunlight like a beacon. That chance encounter had been the beginning of a new chapter in my mission.

Now, walking beside her, I matched my pace to hers, stealing glances at her delicate features. Her movements were graceful, almost regal, and her voice carried a melodic lilt that was both inviting and disarming. I had introduced myself simply, letting her curiosity lead the way.