The courtyard fell into a stunned hush as Sylvia stepped fully into view, the late afternoon sun catching on her form like a deliberate spotlight. She moved with that same effortless grace she'd always possessed, fluid and predatory, every step a quiet assertion of control. But today, something was different.
She wasn't dressed in her usual sleek mission blacks or the elegant robes she favored for court. No. She had clearly come straight from training, or perhaps she had changed deliberately the moment she heard about the commotion.
Sylvia wore what could only be described as training gear designed to torment.
