Ivanka had just stepped down from the carriage when her gaze caught sight of a figure standing not far from the side gate of the castle.
Her steps slowed.
Not out of surprise but out of interest.
The young woman stood with a posture that tried to appear steady, yet was far too rigid to be truly calm. Her dress was simple and neat, clearly not chosen for a casual visit. There was purpose there. And unease, carefully hidden behind polite composure.
Ivanka recognized the face.
A faint smile curved her lips one that slowly sharpened into a subtle smirk.
"Bianca Austin?" she called.
Bianca startled, as if her name had been pulled forcibly from her thoughts. She turned, her brown eyes widening briefly before she bowed her head.
"Lady…?" she said hesitantly, then swallowed. "Lady Ivanka."
Ivanka walked closer, the sound of her shoes echoing lightly against the stone. She studied Bianca without pretense from her pale yet pretty face to the hands clasped together far too tightly.
