After changing into fresh clothes in her own chamber, the Queen took flight from the palace with a purposeful urgency. Her mission? To confirm that every last detail of the ceremony was set, that no flaw would disrupt the delicate nature of what she'd planned for Xuefeng and Yiren. Satisfied with her inspection, the Queen returned to Yiren's room through the open balcony, wings folding neatly behind her before vanishing altogether.
"So, still not dressed? I've been gone for nearly an hour, finalizing things for you, and here you are, cuddling under the sheets," she remarked sharply, her gaze darting to Xuefeng and Yiren entangled on the bed. A slight frown crossed her elegant features, but amusement flickered in her eyes.
Caught in the act, Xuefeng flushed, sitting upright. Yiren, refusing to leave his side, snuggled against him, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her hair tumbled in sleepy disarray, and a mischievous smile curved her lips.
