Lucen was in the midst of preparing his very own scenario with Alexander and the others. As he was walking out of the Thornehart estate in Caelhart, he saw a familiar figure waiting just outside the gates.
It was Lysette Crowlorne.
At twenty years old, the girlish softness she once had had matured into something far more dangerous.
Her golden blonde hair flowed down her back in smooth waves, catching the morning light so that it seemed almost too bright against the stone walls of the estate.
Her deep blue eyes were as clear and radiant as ever, the kind that could make others think of spring skies and quiet lakes, yet Lucen knew better than to trust the innocence they seemed to hold.
She still carried that same appearance that made people think of princesses from old stories. Her posture was elegant, her expression warm, and her smile soft enough to make even a wary person lower their guard.
