Adrius's smile widened as he recognized the woman standing before him. He bowed slightly, acknowledging her presence with a mix of respect and familiarity.
"Anara," he greeted warmly. "It's been too long."
Anara returned his smile, though her eyes held a mixture of concern and curiosity. "Indeed, Adrius. But it seems you've wasted no time in stirring up trouble."
She was a striking woman, a picture of mature beauty that seemed almost timeless. Though middle-aged, her skin was smooth and radiant, with the grace and elegance. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held a spark of intelligence and warmth.
Her figure was equally captivating, her robes subtly hinting at a well-maintaine shapely form beneath.
The crowd around them murmured in awe, confusion, and fear, their whispers growing louder as they tried to piece together the identity of the mysterious man who had just bested the palace guards with ease.
