โ†ฃ Aestas

โˆพ ๐”ผ๐•ก๐•š๐•ค๐• ๐••๐•– ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿš: ๐”ธ๐•–๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ค โˆพ

โฅเน‘โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”เน‘โฅ

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐”๐ ๐†๐‘๐„๐„๐“๐„๐ƒ her too soon. She will never get used to waking up in a strange bed, with the fresh scent of wood lurking around her room. The particles of dust danced in the air, their show illuminated by the sunlight.

She didn't loathe the sun. But there was something about drifting away from the promises of the dreams and waking up to the harsh reality that didn't sit well with her.

The knock on her room's door woke her up, instantly. Groaning, she got up and walked lazily towards the door. Even if she was a Queen, she needed some time to bid farewell to the warmth of her soft bed and get ready to face the world where her life was on threat. Literally.

Opening the door, she found Lucian facing her with a grin on his face.