The bathroom was ominously dark, illuminated only by approximately a dozen candles placed around the bathtub and the bright moonlight seeping through the thick textured glass of the lonely, thin window in the opposite wall.
The warm, orange glow of the candlelight reflected on Aideen's bare skin. Every part of her body touched by it responded with a shimmering, reflected light, as if her skin were covered in a delicate layer of glitter.
Each time a subtle draft touched the tiny flames of the candles, they cast tall shadows that danced around the room, seeming to have a life of their own. Whenever these shadows reached Aideen's body, they caressed it like long black ribbons guided by the wind.
The princess was standing with her back towards the door, carefully brushing her long, wavy hair with a wooden comb, moving it away from her back.
She was naked.
And Tillian felt like he had forgotten how to move or breathe.
