''Your majesty?'' At the moment, Vance's voice seemed to echo from a distant realm, muffled and indistinct as Rose's thoughts swirled in a chaotic whirlpool. They were distorted, enabling her not to think straight in her current and unexpected situation.
Meanwhile, Vance took note of the empress's quietness. After calling out to her twice, he decided to approach the empress, passing by the elegant furnishings; the table and chairs, also in the pavilion.
As he drew nearer, his keen eyes caught the subtle tremors that coursed through the empress's frame. Instantly, he rushed to her side, his tone filled with urgency.
''Your majesty?'' Vance reached out, puzzled by the sudden situation. His fingers lightly touched the empress's shoulders, only for the noblewoman to recoil suddenly with a flinch, her movement sharp and unexpected.