"Eleanor?" Evan called out, his voice laced with doubt and a hint of suspicion. He couldn't believe she was here, in this remote part of the forest.
Eleanor emerged from the trees, her delicate features composed, though her skirt was slightly ruffled from her journey. She held her skirt up slightly, trying to avoid the damp earth. "My, my, Lord Evan," she said, feigning a surprised smile. "I didn't expect to find you here."
Evan looked at her, his eyes narrowed, his expression guarded. "What is a delicate woman like you doing here?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.
Eleanor shrugged, her smile widening slightly. "I was having a picnic," she replied, her voice light and airy. "And then I heard a loud gunshot. I didn't expect it to be you."
