King Vladis gazed upon the entrance to Beatrix's chambers, a small smile gracing his lips. He observed her intently as she combed her hair, humming a delicate tune that filled the room with a sense of serenity. Beatrix's long, wavy curls framed her face, and her focus remained on the task of plaiting her hair. The soft, dimmed lighting within the room enhanced the ethereal quality of her pale skin.
Vladis couldn't help but feel his heart uplifted as he watched her. He yearned to take her into his arms, to inhale her sweet fragrance one last time, to remain by her side in the days ahead. Her smile and laughter were treasures he held dear.
With a light step, he entered the room and approached her. Vladis gently pulled her into his embrace, cradling her in his arms as she continued humming softly. Beatrix rested her head on his chest, sighing with a sense of relief. She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity.
