"Tyrell, wake up. I have a gift for you," Wain's voice gently pierced the silence of Tyrell's room, waking him up from sleep.
"A gift?" Tyrell mumbled, squinting his eyes. Ever since his arrival to the Sageroar's mansion, he had kept himself hidden to avoid detection by his brothers. Wain, too, didn't visit him often as he was occupied with various matters. So, he couldn't help but wonder what gift was so important that it made Wain's rush to him immediate after his return.
"Look." Wain said and in the next moment, a woman materialized next to him.
In the soft, early light of the rising sun, the lady's pallid blue skin glistened with an otherworldly beauty. Her emerald hair cascaded like inky silk, framing a face of ethereal perfection, the kind that transcended mortal beauty and concealed her sinister intentions beneath its façade.
"Hi, sweetie <3" Lady Maloria said, biting her lip at the sight of Tyrell, her voice dripping with a seductive allure.
