'… I need to ensure my plan is executed to the maximum.' Sylvia thought as she followed quietly behind Azel through the bright midday streets of the capital.
The city was lively as always with merchants calling out prices, the smell of roasted nuts drifting through the breeze, and horse hooves clacking against stone but she paid none of it any mind. Her focus was entirely on the silver-haired young man in front of her.
He walked with relaxed steps, completely unaware that she was observing every detail: his posture, his choices, what he paid attention to, how he breathed.
She was studying him as thoroughly as one might study an ancient grimoire. After all… this was the man she had finally chosen.
And she needed him to believe that her choice was genuine.
