Chapter 275: Beatrice Watches from Afar

Beatrice did not intervene.

She stood at the tall window at the end of the corridor, hands folded loosely at her waist, watching the garden below through glass that distorted distance just enough to offer plausible deniability. From this angle, she could see both women beneath the covered walkway. Their stillness. The space they kept. The way neither reached for the other even as something invisible pressed between the