Long, silvery-gray hair and delicate features. My fiancée, Viola, was kneeling on the floor surrounded by scattered books. Judging by the scene, it looked like she'd tried to move too many at once and lost her balance.
When she noticed me, her violet eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Lord Louis…?"
"Are you alright?" I asked, stepping closer.
She tried to rise but winced sharply. "Ah…"
It was clear she had twisted her ankle—her movements were shaky and pained. Without thinking, I reached out and gently supported her arm, helping her to a nearby chair.
"Sit here. Don't move too much."
After making sure she was seated, I went over to the counter and borrowed a first-aid kit from the librarian. When I returned, Viola looked at me with a faintly flustered expression.
"Thank you… but I've shown you such an embarrassing side of myself, Lord Louis," she said softly, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
