After Intimate Night.
The world was still wrapped in quiet gentleness, the sort only a resting city could keep. Out in the world, the horizon glimmered with the first brushstrokes of dawn. A golden blush kissed the sky, blending with the warm orange that signaled the slow rising of the sun. Soft light seeped through the huge arched windows of an opulent mansion in the centre of the capital—light drizzling across the velvet blue curtains and the gleaming marble floor like liquid flames.
