Rozienheim Mansion, Frizkiel
The rays of sunshine shot through the gap of the roman shades and spread through the dazzling Italian marble floor and sapphire color coated walls until it reached the porcelain white face of a woman sleeping on a bed.
Without any change on her stoic face, Rozarria gradually opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw when her vision cleared was a face of a handsome man staring straight at her with a smile on his face.
Who?
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
Smiling at her was a man with deep blue eyes and tousled golden hair.
Ah . . . right . . . It's the son of the expedition leader . . . What was his name again . . . ?
"Good morning," she greeted back without a curve of her lips. "What time is it?"
"Pass the hour of eight in the morning," the man replied with a charming smile. He reached his hand at her to caress her face.
