Separation

Making her way to the parlor she was met with several voices. She popped her head into the parlor and was met with the sight of Lord Rousseau, Jamie, and Lord Fóix seated around.

There seemed to be an ongoing discussion and when Elizabeth turned her neck she realized that Sebastién was just leaning against the wall, a small distance between them and the blonde man.

Oliviér's eyes moved from Jaime, finding their way towards the pink haired girl that was peeping from the parlor's entrance.

Oliviér was dressed in a dark attire, and this time around his hair was tied into a loose ponytail, one that still relented to his front hair playing on his face.

What was surprising to Elizabeth was that everyone in the room was dressed in professional attire as if they were suited for travels. Well it was everyone besides Sebastién who was wearing something similar to what he had on yesterday except this one was in a darker shade of brown.

"Good morning," Elizabeth greeted, attracting the attention