With one last deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom and left her chamber. The corridor was silent except for the faint rustle of the wind outside. Each step felt heavier than the last, but her resolve pushed her forward.
Finally, she reached the open doors leading outside. The morning air greeted her gently, cool and refreshing against her skin. Just ahead, past the stone path and blooming gardens, the ancient fountain stood at the heart of the courtyard — and sitting gracefully on a carved stone chair beside it was Florita, waiting for her with a kind, knowing smile.
Livia paused for a moment, taking in the sight. This was it — the first step of her journey to becoming stronger. Her past self would have run from it. But now, she walked forward.
And she would not turn back.
Florita stood as soon as Livia approached, her long cloak swaying lightly with the wind. The elder woman's face softened with approval, her sharp eyes scanning Livia from head to toe.
