Chapter 373 - 329 Princess Anos
Danschel’s second princess, Anos, rode her horse along a forest path, dressed in the customary attire of the Empire’s upper Nobles: she wore a black, gold-trimmed rider’s jacket, light-brown gloves specifically designed for riding, white satin riding breeches that enveloped her legs, and light black greaves at the calves protected her feet in exquisite black boots.
Anos looked straight ahead, her forehead dotted with fine, pearl-like sweat after just finishing a hunt, her long, slender neck complementing her silver-white, marble-like complexion, making her seem sculpted. A breastplate hung over her rider’s jacket, protecting only the right half of her chest, the garment’s tailcoat-like hem tied with a belt, hanging with silver tassels and an inscribed silver plaque bearing her full name—Anos... Leo Delos.
Additionally, a Scripture read: "This grace is enough for us to squander."
Three companions, one woman and two men, rode horses behind the princess. Behind these three mounted companions, there were actually a few servants on foot, but they had been left behind, some distance from here.
Anos adjusted the ribbon at the back of her head, her hair normally left loose, but tied up for horseback riding during hunts, which she was not quite used to.
The ribbon was purple, a color of nobility in Danschel, more precious even than gold compared to purple and red.
Her brilliant, light-red eyes gazed forward, her brows imbued with valor, a beauty that could be considered the perfect epitome of Danschel’s people.
"How much longer, Herodotus?"
Anos pulled on the reins and asked the companion beside her.
"It should be almost time, Your Highness."
The companion named Herodotus said, reminding her: