Olcan rushed to the sitting room like a child who heard santa had arrived. When he got to the sitting room he halted.
It was true!
She really is back!
Just like the servant said, that familiar figure was sitting quietly on the white cushion and gently sipping the tea in her hands. At this moment she looked like a beautiful scene from a picture... not just any picture, but a majestic painting.
As if sensing a pair of eyes on her skin, Elara rose her head from the cup and turned in the direction of that gaze, she didn't need to ponder who it was cause the cool breeze had waffled his amazing scent into her nostrils.
