This morning, bathed in the soft golden light filtering through the grand windows, Minhe traversed the labyrinthine hallways of the resplendent castle, her footsteps echoing against the marble floors. A sense of longing tugged at her heart as she fervently sought the presence of Nellas, her thoughts consumed by his image.
"I wonder where he is," she pondered, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation. "They mentioned he was headed this way, but alas, he remains elusive."
In her quest to find Nellas, Minhe found herself engaged in fleeting conversations with the diligent maids who diligently tended to the castle's needs. On this occasion, she stumbled upon two maids who had earlier been engrossed in a fervent discussion, their voices filled with a curious mix of excitement and longing.
"Did you see?" one of the maids exclaimed, her voice tinged with an undeniable fervor. "That man was so hot!"