He had been shown a chisel of the First Princess' face before coming to the palace in order to avoid mistaking her identity with someone else's, so he knew well what she looked like.
But at that time, he had only been looking at a lifeless rendition of her face.
Seeing the real version now, Zair felt completely speechless.
A tall, straight nose and bright eyes, the light of the sun seemed to blend harmoniously with those golden irises and drown the world in a river of resplendence. Her skin sparkled like a gemstone and soft, petal pink lips poured slightly in thought.
It was almost like he could see the morning dew drop off those lips in crystalline drops. At that moment, Zair understood what it was to be more stunning than Ardiva's creations.
