"It's open."
He pushed the oak door, and it swung open with a familiar creaking sound. A blast of air hit him, and Nexus nostrils were immediately arrested by the rich floral scent of freshly plucked lavender. It filled the air like a thick cloud, enveloping the entire room in a light fog of serenity, silence, and grace.
Nexus was immediately disarmed.
But his sense of sight was assaulted by another surprise.
Facing the door, at the edge of the bed, seated on the width, was the Lady Russell. She was wearing a silky white robe with flowery designs. Her golden hair was loose, and fell over her shoulders, reaching all the way down to her belly.
She sat with her right leg crossed over her left. Both her hands rested on her lap, with her interlocking her fingers resting on her knee. Her posture flattered her wide hips, which in turn, accentuated her thick thighs.
Nexus felt his knees buckle at the sight of this mature goddess.
