At the Moonshadow guest house
Elizah sat comfortably on a plush sofa, one beautiful, slender leg elegantly crossed over the other. Her figure was draped in a silky purple nightie that accentuated her graceful form, and in her hand, she delicately held a glass cup, half-filled with one of the best Italian wines.
Two cool, circle-shaped cucumber slices rested on her eyes, and the omega servants attended to her, their hands expertly massaging her shoulders and feet, lulling her into a state of blissful relaxation.
Her serene spa was abruptly interrupted by the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Her senses heightened, and she was aware of not just her brother's presence, but Rafael's unwanted intrusion. A lovely way to ruin her princess treatment, she thought with a touch of bitterness.
