The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of impending departure, the air thick with uncertainty as the men bustled around, loading carriages with luggage. Amidst the flurry of activity, a solitary figure stood on the crisp cobblestone path, enveloped in a furry cape to ward off the chill of the snowy morning. Noori's gaze was fixed on the distant trees, oblivious to the slow approach of Bishop, who silently made his way towards her.
"Greetings to Your Highness," Bishop spoke as he drew nearer.
Startled, Noori turned to face him, her eyes meeting his as he took her hand and knelt, pressing a reverent kiss to its back. She nodded in acknowledgment, her voice soft yet commanding as she instructed him to rise and reveal the purpose of his visit.
"I came to the palace before, but they didn't let me visit you. I was concerned about your well-being. Are you okay?" Bishop's words tumbled out in a rush, his tone tinged with genuine worry as he straightened up to his full height.
