บท 287: Serbian's court(1)

A young woman, dressed in an elegant gown that flowed like liquid silk, strolled gracefully through the garden, her every step a dance of poise and grace. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, caught the dappled sunlight, shimmering with a natural, healthy glow. The sun-kissed highlights in her hair matched the golden hue of her skin, a testament to her time spent outdoors.

Her eyes, a shade of deep brown, sparkled with curiosity as she took in the blooming flowers and the lush greenery surrounding her. Her delicate fingers gently brushed against the petals of a vibrant rose, releasing a subtle fragrance that mingled with the sweet scent of the garden. With each inhale, she felt a renewed sense of tranquility and connection to nature, as if she belonged in this ethereal oasis.