Lumina stepped out of her chamber, looking like someone from a dream. Her robe was a mix of deep red and black, flowing around her like water.
The red cloth was soft and shiny, catching the morning light as she walked. Along the bottom of her robe, black dragons were stitched in dark thread that sparkled a little, as if they were alive and moving.
The sleeves of her robe were long and wide, almost touching the floor with each step she took. A silver sash was tied around her waist, showing the soft curve of her body.
Her silver hair was tied back with black ribbons, but a few strands had slipped free and framed her face, making her pale skin and high cheekbones stand out even more.
She wore no crown, yet she had the presence of a queen strong, calm, and beautiful.
Ashen stood still at the entrance, unable to move. His breath caught in his throat the moment he saw her.
