Luna stood on the wide stone balcony of Prince Damien's castle, the cool breeze tugging at her curls as she gazed out at the impossibly scenic landscape below. From this high up, the view was almost surreal, a sweeping canvas of futuristic buildings. distant beautiful parks and night clubs, and just absolutely gorgeous rooftops. It was like everyone in the kingdom was ridiculously wealthy. And come to think of it, living for centuries and still poor is just pathetic.
She had no idea how long she'd been standing there, arms folded loosely, her thoughts drifting. She just knew it felt both too long and not long enough. Then she heard the door open behind her.
She didn't turn around, but her back straightened instinctively. She could hear him removing his sun-protecting gear layer by layer, the enchanted cloak, the wide-brimmed hat, the collar-high scarf, and finally, the gloves. All discarded casually in the living room.
