"Come in," Joanna's voice softly rang across her quiet room to respond to the sound of typical knocks that came from the other side of the door.
The sun had once again set in the land of Barasca, calling in the change of the day in a few more hours to come.
The flame that soared from the pile of logs that was burnt in the fireplace enveloped the chill air, emitting warmth like a thick blanket to one's body that dwelled tranquilly in the room.
A warm smile blossomed on Joanna's bright face, which was painted with the warm glow of the burning light in the room, when the person on the other side of the door stepped inside her room and closed the door behind him.
Canillas returned Joanna's welcoming warm smile with his as he made his way toward her, who was sitting at the dressing table in a white nightgown, combing her hair as part of her daily night routine before going to bed.
