Mordred froze, his eyes plunged into Akane's serious, intense gaze. He felt his heart beating furiously against his chest, torn between relief and absolute astonishment at finding her in such a situation.
- Akane..." he murmured, his voice trembling with a deep emotion he was desperately trying to control. What are you doing here? Why are you here...? And Belgaroth?
She quickly put a finger to her lips, cutting him off immediately. Her gaze was hard and determined, but also shone with a hint of vulnerability that immediately pierced Mordred:
- 'Not here, Mordred,' she murmured hastily, glancing around nervously. We mustn't be seen. Follow me.
Without giving him time to react further, Akane grabbed his hand with surprising strength, leading him swiftly through the palace corridors. Mordred, initially hesitant, quickly allowed himself to be led, intrigued as much by her strange behavior as by her silent determination.
