Vinea's hands shook slightly as Ygrenne moved closer, drawing her sword with practised grace. She pointed the blade towards the door and shifted forward.
"Your Highness, please stand back." Ygrenne whispered.
Vinea stepped aside, curious about why Ygrenne drew her blade.
The visitor spoke in a strange yet peculiar dialect. It was an unfamiliar accent that Vinea didn't recognise well. The pair waited a moment before another knock came at the door, only their bated breath filling the room.
Knock!
A third knock came, just as gentle as before.
"I will open it."
Ygrenne grasped the handle, her eyes focused on the door. Her body moved like a shadow, barely making a sound as she pulled it open.
Beyond the door stood a familiar woman whom Vinea didn't quite recognise.
The woman wore a beautiful blue night-gown and a robe covering her body, which should have seemed vulgar and sultry, but looked glamorous and elegant.
