Chapter 94: Void
Before I can muster up the courage to climb up after him—or, you know, surrender—a soft chuckle interrupts my thoughts. I whip my head to the side and feel my heart skip a beat. Standing there, looking effortlessly graceful and ethereal, is none other than the General’s consort, Noelle. He’s dressed in a long-sleeved pink shirt, the soft fabric complementing his delicate features. Honestly, even the color pink bows in submission to his beauty.
I feel my face heat up as I quickly drop into a bow. "G-Greetings, my lord," I stammer out, trying to sound composed despite the fact that I probably look like a flushed, ruffled mess. My hands are shaking slightly from the adrenaline of chasing Grape—or maybe from standing in front of Noelle himself.
He waves away my greeting with a casual flick of his wrist, a gentle smile playing at his lips.
"No need for that, Tessa," he says, his voice warm and calming. "It seems Grape’s giving you a hard time again."
I straighten up, forcing myself to relax. "He always does, my lord," I say with a sheepish grin. "I think he enjoys making me run in circles."
I’m always in awe of his presence, captivated by the way he carries himself. Noelle moves with an effortless grace that seems almost otherworldly. It’s hard to believe he was once a commoner. There’s an inherent aura about him—a regal confidence and a poise that I swear is reserved for someone of noble birth.
As he stands there, his soft features illuminated by the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, he radiates an elegance that commands attention. His every gesture is fluid, as if choreographed, and the way he engages with the world around him—whether it’s a gentle smile or a kind word—only enhances this impression. I can’t help but think that he could easily fit in among the highest echelons of society, mingling with lords and ladies, yet here he is, in the company of a mere maid and a plump bird.
Noelle chuckles again, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glances up at Grape. "He certainly has a mischievous streak, doesn’t he?" His gaze shifts back to me, and for a moment, I can’t help but feel like I’m standing in the presence of some celestial being. His aura is just... otherworldly.
I manage a nervous laugh. "That’s one way of putting it, my lord. He’s quite the handful."
Noelle steps closer, his presence radiating calm. "You’re doing a wonderful job with him, Tessa. I know he can be difficult, but the General and I trust you completely with his care."
I find myself mesmerized by Noelle as he walks away, his movements so fluid and graceful that he seems to glide rather than walk. Each step he takes through Mr. Hobbs’ garden makes it feel as if the very ground is celebrating his presence. It’s as if the flowers and plants respond to him, blooming just a little brighter, their colors more vibrant, as though they thrive on the energy he brings with him.