It's Surya, the female knight tonight donned a white ceremonial military uniform and a blue pleated skirt that falls below the knee. The golden epaulettes and armband glimmer in the moonlight. Her upright posture, valiant demeanor, coupled with a soft smile and gentle expression like water, made her presence felt.
Her elegant legs, clad in sheer black hosiery, stepped into knee-high velvet crocodile leather boots, standing right in the middle of the road with arms crossed, gazing at the resplendent moonlight.
A beauty under the moon.
"Miss Surya, what a fine mood you're in! Enjoying the night stroll?" Mr. Laine commented with interest as he approached within three steps of the female knight.
"I often came here when I was young." Surya, her golden hair shimmering, said with a hint of sadness, "But ever since my father's relationship with His Majesty Richard deteriorated, I've seldom visited this place."
