It was Darcina's voice, the same as yesterday, but with a mellower edge, and a lazier grace. Lucas looked up to see the princess, owner of the Inception Palace, displaying her state of having just woken up.
On the balcony above, she looked to have just woken up, and she came out to enjoy the shine of the sunrise without taking care of her appearance first. Her hair was left to fall carelessly on her exposed shoulder, as she swept her smiling purple eyes below. And through the balustrade, her legs, glinting like caramel delicacies under the soft rays of the morning, were shifting like an invitation to the barely covered treasure they were guarding under the short, barely functional nightdress.
Far from being embarrassed, Darcina, seductive and charming instead of dignified and graceful like yesterday, was smiling, like a woman, not a princess.
Lucas didn't shy away from the sight either. Though, his eyes remained calm, and he smiled at the greeting:
