Jessamyn stood by the window, gently rubbing her arms as she gazed at the night sky. The moon hung like a silver pendant, casting its serene light over the world. The stars, still shimmering in the sky, seemed to whisper their secrets, aware that the sun would soon reclaim the heavens.
A loose robe draped over her shoulders, its fabric whispering against her skin. Her long hair billowed in the gentle breeze, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The thin material of her robe clung to her delicate curves, to the movement of the wind, hinting at the graceful silhouette beneath.
Under the moonlight, she looked ethereal.
She still couldn't believe she was staying in the palace that night. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on the grand chambers, making the surreal feel even more dreamlike.
