"So, it seems you made my granddaughter quite happy," Analisa said, lifting the top layer of her nun's robe. Cassian, following her instructions, helped undo the knots securing her veil and carefully removed the underveil.
Her gray hair, long and neatly styled into a bun, was finally revealed, giving her a dignified, mature appearance. Yet, that was only the beginning—many more layers of clothing remained, and if things were going the way Cassian feared, there was still much more to be uncovered.
"Yes, my liege…" Cassian replied, his voice careful. Analisa's eyes flicked toward him, a subtle mixture of surprise and amusement dancing across her face. "Oh? And by doing what?" she asked, her tone light, almost teasing, as if testing his composure.
