Stella

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Stella marched through the lively marketplace, her steel heels echoing on the cobblestones. Her armored skirt swayed with each determined step, showcasing her muscular legs as she scanned the area with a blend of annoyance and worry. “Typical, he picks today to vanish,” she mused, her blue eye sharpening as she fiddled with her pearl earring. Her refined British tone sliced through the din as she grumbled, “Really, Your Highness, must you always be so theatrical? And on my day off, no less.”