The rhythmic creaking of the mahogany swinging chair was the only sound slicing through the freezing mountain air. Tony Clark sat perfectly relaxed beneath the sweeping branches of the willow tree, his dark eyes reflecting the sharp, silver moonlight.
Princess Selene Tian stood entirely alone at the edge of the stone courtyard, her pristine white silk gown rustling softly as the wind whipped around her. Her breathtakingly beautiful face was taut, her violet galaxy eyes locked onto Tony's slow, swinging figure with a mixture of royal authority and deep, suffocating calculation.
"You are an exceptionally audacious creature, Tony Clark," Selene spoke, her silky voice dropping into an icy, echoing melody that broke the quiet of the night.
