Malvoria sensed the tension emanating from Elysia long before she stepped out of the bath.
Malvoria sat up on the bed, crossing her legs as she watched the princess approach. Her hair was still damp from the bath, and the soft white nightgown clung to her in a way that was both innocent and tantalizing.
Malvoria's lips curled faintly as Elysia paused at the foot of the bed, looking uncertain for a moment.
Her violet eyes met Malvoria's, and for an instant, the room seemed to fade to nothing but a soft gray, with only the two of them remaining.
Malvoria felt a sudden jolt of anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of it.
