"Someone is here," Lev said to Ilyana, his eyes meeting to her black ones from the mirror.
She pulled her smile, feeling happy that now she was alone with her beloved Lev in her room. She would love to continue her morning and stay with him in her room. But for their peace to continue, she had to step out and take the heir position for her own. She stood up from her dressing table. Her clothes were smooth and perfect, her hair adorned in a small bun of brains while letting the other half of her hair to flow on her shoulders. Although Lev claimed this was his first time, he was too excellent in braiding her hair and styling it to the point he could bring shame to her other maids.
"What is it?" She demanded for Falcom who had been standing on the other side of the door with his heart thumping loudly to slowly push the door open.
