Maris stood before the mirror, her reflection illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the temple windows. Today, she had chosen an elegant gown of white silk, its delicate fabric cascading in gentle folds around her. The dress was adorned with intricate gold embroidery, accentuating her slender figure and adding a touch of regal grace. Her long, flowing hair was styled into soft waves, secured with a silver diadem that sparkled subtly. Her eyes, a striking azure, were brightened by a touch of makeup, while her lips were tinted with a hint of rose, giving her a slightly seductive look.
Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she prepared to visit Lucan's room. She had made up her mind to confess her feelings and propose a future together. With a deep breath, she left her chambers and made her way down the hall, each step echoing with purpose.
