The council at the Governor's Mansion had just dispersed, and the cold wind had not yet dispelled the lingering warmth inside the room.
A timid figure quietly appeared at the door of the study.
It was Lady Grant.
She lowered her head, like a withered leaf that might be blown away at any moment, hesitating for a moment in front of the hefty oak door before lightly knocking twice.
"Lord... Louis, may I... speak with you?" Her voice was as soft as a feather landing, with a slight quiver.
The door opened, and Louis was sitting behind the desk, flipping through documents.
Louis looked up at the doorway, unperturbed, as the attendant had already announced her. He showed a gentle smile.
"Of course, please come in."
The gown Lady Grant wore was clearly not from the current season, the tight waistband leaving some reddened marks, and the sheer skirt was somewhat worn.
As she walked in, she clutched a crumpled handkerchief like it was her only source of calm.
