King Aurelian Moonlight
Leon trailed Natasha through the thick door, which shut softly behind them with a dampened thud, severing the corridor's dying light and muted noises. The royal study stretched out before him—a cavernous, airy room suffused in quiet, warm glow from scores of tiny, magical spheres suspended lightly near the ceiling. A large chandelier swayed quietly overhead, its crystals picking up pale reflections from the spheres, casting fragile patterns on the luxuriantly carpeted floor.
The aroma of fresh jasmine and faint whispers of lavender pervaded the air, creating a soothing scent that was at odds with the gravity of the moment. Lines of worn tomes stood on the rows of towering bookshelves along the walls, and heavy velvet drapes boxed the long, open window allowing in the light of morning, pouring gold across polished wood and comfortable furnishings.
