The next morning, upon realizing the warm presence in her arms was gone, Astrid slowly opened her eyes, greeted by specks of morning light filtering through the window.
Seated before a dressing table was a raven-haired beauty in a deep violet gown, leisurely tending to her long, flowing hair. Sunlight from outside cast upon her dark locks, making them shimmer with a silken, smooth luster that invited touch.
Warm sunlight, fragrant air, a peaceful morning, Astrid, just waking up, had no reason to shatter this tranquil atmosphere. She half-lidded her crimson eyes, her silvery-white hair cascading loosely over the pillow, while her pale, smooth legs stirred faintly beneath the sheets, still sensing the lingering warmth left behind by her aunt.
Through narrow slits of her eyes, she watched delicate hands gently pull up the layered, luxurious hem of the gown, revealing flawless, ivory-white legs bare beneath the fabric.
