House Goldflame Mansion, Trade City, Meridian Keystone, Maelor.
A warm touch of a woman's hand exploring his chest brought him back to reality from the embrace of deep slumber.
She was so warm.
Looking at their darkish blue skin, one might not expect them to be warm like humans at all, but she was. Much warmer than a normal human, it was like hugging a comfortable campfire, just the fire was an absolutely gorgeous shadowborn beauty.
"Weren't you called by Lucian to give a speech in the academy?"
Maelor's eyes shot wide open.
'Fuck!'
Watching him rushing to get ready, wrapped in bedsheets, Nyxara Halek, now Nyxara Goldflame, laughed like a melody. The maids brought the breakfast to their room, bowed respectfully, and left.
