Two Rivers Isle sylfaen

shoulders were tense, posture polite and composed as she kept pace with the princess. of course, your highness, she replied, her voice steady but touched with a faint wistfulness. mynydd is home, after all.

but then, her gaze followed madhuri’s down the path, to the hollow nestled among the trees. she offered a small, gracious smile. but the princess always provides, she added lightly, the faintest trace of humor in her tone.

she waited for madhuri’s direction, content to follow her lead, as was her place, yet her words carried an undercurrent of warmth and loyalty—a quiet promise that wherever the princess went, so too would her handmaid.