Nero steadied his breathing, shaking off the nervous tension as he strode confidently into the building. The well-lit hallway stretched before him, its polished stone floors gleaming under the soft glow of hanging crystal lights.
He made his way to the room at the end of the hallway, and the first thing that greeted him was the sight of a stunning beauty. A soft, natural smile graced her delicate lips, and her deep hazel eyes met his own with an unwavering calm and a hint of curiosity.
Her light-hazel hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, framing her face like a silk curtain. She wore a modest yet elegant outfit, a red, soft, velvety high-neck skirt paired with a pristine white coat that added an air of softness to her.
"Greetings, Lady Marcie," Nero greeted, and while the name sounded the same, the slight difference did not go unnoticed.