A woman stepped through the entrance.
Her hair was purple, bright and smooth, swaying softly behind her back like silk in the wind. She wore a purple floral dress, simple yet elegant, each fold flowing gently as she walked. A thin band of flowers rested on her head, tucked neatly into her hair. The colors matched so perfectly that she looked as though she had walked out of a painting. Every step carried grace, every movement drew the eye.
For a moment the entire place fell silent.
"Wh… who is she?" someone in the crowd whispered, their eyes wide.
"Yes, who is she?" another muttered, leaning forward as if afraid to miss the sight.
"From her attire, she looks like a noble. But… I have never seen such a fine lady before."
