The four old followers looked at each other, speechless. Only the hearth fire continued to burn in the silence.
...
「Late at night.」
The four old followers passed through the shadowy corridor of the castle's west wing. When they reached a secluded parlor, the sight that greeted them made them all hold their breath.
Aurora stood before an arched window, her back to them. The deep blue riding habit was perfectly tailored to her statuesque figure.
Her long golden hair was neatly held back by a silver circlet, every strand meticulously in place.
Form-fitting white breeches outlined the long, powerful lines of her legs, and her knee-high black leather boots were polished to a mirror shine.
The Knight's Sword at her waist was housed in an Ebony Sword Scabbard, where an Amethyst wrapped in silver wire gleamed faintly in the dim light.
Lawrence trembled with excitement. He strode forward and dropped heavily to his right knee, his knee striking the flagstones with a heavy thud.
