The courtyard was alive with quiet movement. Horses stood tall, their reins glinting in the soft light, while servants hurried about, loading trunks and boxes onto the carriages. The morning air was warm, carrying with it the smell of earth and flowers. It was spring, and everything in the palace seemed to hum with life, but Lydia's heart felt heavy and lifeless.
She was already dressed for the journey back to Svetlana. Her gown was grey, simple yet elegant, with a soft fabric that fell gently to her feet. It was chosen not to draw attention, but it still carried grace. Her dark hair was pinned neatly into a chignon at the nape of her neck. Katherine had overseen everything, and Xenia had been fussing over the last touches while Anna stood silently by, her eyes red from holding back tears.
