"Greetings, my Emperor."
Dalila walked in with a lovely smile and bowed before he could come to her.
She wore an elegant black-and-white luxurious robe, the fabric rich enough to catch every lamp in the chamber. Jade ornaments hung at her waist and collar, dangling along with her movements. A phoenix hairpin sat in her dark hair, holding the upper half in place while the rest spilled down her back in long, glossy waves.
Davis felt a bit exhilarated upon seeing her figure.
She had put on makeup befitting an Empress. Thin, sharp brows, faint red at the corners of her eyes, and lips painted a deep, wet scarlet. Her face was pale and finely shaped, the kind of beauty that made a man forget to breathe for a second. High cheekbones, a straight nose, eyes that looked both gentle and dangerous under the lashes. She looked absolutely gorgeous, stealing his breath for a moment.
