Stroll For Serenity

Salviana needed air so she stepped out of the birthday hall, the noise was so intense she felt her thoughts colliding and her anxiety tripling so she slicked out.

The corridor stretched before her, long and dimly lit, the golden glow of torches flickering against the polished stone walls. 

Salviana's heels clicked softly against the marble, the weight of her gown trailing behind her like a restless shadow.

The air was cooler here, away from the heat and noise of the grand hall, yet it did little to ease the discomfort pressing at the back of her mind.

Guards and maids paused as she passed, bowing respectfully. 

She acknowledged them with a small nod, but her thoughts were elsewhere, tangled in an unsettling haze of unease.

Then, a rush of movement.

"Your Grace!"

A knight strode toward her, his armor gleaming under the torchlight. Sir Samion.

He stopped a few steps away, his brow furrowed with concern. "Where are you going?"