"At last," she said as she walked steadily toward the door, "at last, they're all here!"
....
In the castle courtyard, there was a massive clock placed in a corner. Standing in the yard was a woman. She could not be described as beautiful. Her face bore a long scar that stretched across it entirely, disfiguring her appearance. The woman stood in the middle of the yard, startled when the loud ringing of the bell echoed beside her.
Moments earlier, the woman had arrived; two guards in the courtyard saw her and announced her presence. As her name was uttered, the bell chimed loudly. Their faces filled with excitement and pride, as they were among the first to witness the arrival of this woman.
"What does all this mean?" the woman asked. Though she was not beautiful, every movement she made exuded grace, her voice deep yet soothing.
