Stella

The sun had barely begun to set when Stella stormed through the bustling marketplace, her steel thigh-high heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones. Her armored skirt swayed with each purposeful stride as she scanned the area with a mix of irritation and concern. "Of course, he'd choose today of all days to disappear," she thought, her blue right eye narrowing as she adjusted the pearl earring dangling from her ear. Her posh British accent cut through the noise as she muttered to herself, "Honestly, Your Highness, must you always be so dramatic? On my day off, no less."