She hurried through the winding corridors of the estate, avoiding the busier sections where other servants might question her haste.
She exited through a servants' passage into the southwestern garden, where the night-blooming luminias cast a blue glow over the carefully tended paths.
There, seated on an ornate bench beneath a flowering arbour, was a woman engaged in a conversation with two people.
Elara, the woman and the two people were Tolian and Orimus.
Elara's beauty was cold and calculating, like a perfectly cut gemstone. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back severely from her face, accentuating features that might have been lovely had they not been perpetually arranged in an expression of disdain. She wore robes of midnight blue, embroidered with silver threads that caught the light of the luminias.
"My lady," Lysa curtsied, slightly out of breath from her hurried journey through the estate.
