บท 74: The International Incident

The hallway stretched before Liliana, bathed in the warm embrace of daylight filtering through tall, arched windows. The polished marble floor reflected the soft glow, creating a serene path for her stealthy footsteps. As she moved, her sapphire-blue dress swirled in silence, blending with the shadows that clung to the edges of the corridor.

Liliana cast furtive glances around, ensuring the coast was clear as she skillfully evaded the gaze of her watchful servants. The distant echoes of their calls for her began to fade, replaced by the hushed rustle of her own movements.

A subtle smile curved on her lips as she clasped her hands, a silent celebration of her successful evasion.

"I'm still good at this," she whispered to herself with a satisfied grin, reveling in the thrill of eluding the watchful eyes of her attendants. 

Today, she was supposed to have her embroidery class. But how could she endure such a useless and boring thing?