In a large, elegant boudoir, several beautiful Djinn with various coloured skin helped a handsome young man into his fine silk garments, a patterned robe, soft pure cotton pants and a velvet sash. The women secretly stole glances at the frail man's face through their veils while blushing faintly.
Vladik remained silent while gazing towards the open balcony. He bit his lower lip while a small letter placed on the table fluttered in the wind. Today, he would meet his dear sister after the longest time apart.
'Is she doing well, has she truly found someone to marry...'
He clicked his tongue and shook his head with a sigh. A cold atmosphere spread through the maids, who froze solid, their faces turning pale. 'Could she endure this annoying situation, where a simple action causes people to react as if they might die in the next second?'
