"Realm Father Elshen...?" The holy prince muttered these words thoughtfully. Glancing towards the throne, his lips curled upward slightly.
"I'll go and take a look at this Elven legend."
His words only just fell before another voice resounded out, "High Mother, I've not left the Palace of Light in 783 years. I hope you don't mind me retrieving little sister."
"Margaret?" The prince's delicate face showed some surprise.
Countless miniature lights coalesced, materializing the body of a voluptuous figure. Her azure eyes were bright and attractive.
She had bushy, long eyebrows, and her lips were slightly pale but visibly tender and inviting.
Garments were yet to form on her body.
Her naked figure was heart-stirring and could easily cloud a man's mind. Her legs were long, and her hips were wide and curvaceous.
There was a glowing halo of light above her head and a pair of wings on her back.
