A Sonata Of Flesh.

Cracks spread across the surface of the cocoon, resembling a fragmented glass that might break with the slightest of touch. A slit formed on the top of the shell where two pale hands arose. Their fingers traced and caressed the sides of the cocoon as though they had finally met their long lost lover.

Rip! Then the fingertips dug inside the shell.

Shatter! The cocoon caved in and splattered into tiny droplets of blood.

A pale figure revealed itself kneeling from within.

With perfect curves.

With perfect proportions.

It was a woman that embodied perfection.

The specks of starlight looming across the hall converged towards her. They streaked across her snow-white silken skin and gathered around her long silver hair. Blossoming into a cloud of nimbus from behind her head, they decreed the world of her sanctity and purity.

It was Shyreiana in the flesh.

She stood up in grace, and her two azure eyes landed on Ranulf.