A Better Plan!

"Lady Dorianna. You have a visitor," the prison guard announced gently, pushing the door open wider.

Raula wheeled herself in, her posture radiating confidence. The last time they had met, words had turned to weapons.

Now, she couldn't help but wonder how Dorianna would receive her. Would she be met with a cold dismissal?

Dorianna, who had been idly carving at the side of her bed with a hidden knife, sat up abruptly, surprise flickering across her face as she registered Raula's presence. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, settling into a sitting position.

The door clicked shut behind the guard, leaving Raula and Dorianna to hold each other's gaze for a fleeting moment.

"Hello," Raula offered, breaking the silence.

To her immense relief, Dorianna responded instantly, her voice surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to her usual sharp tone.