Tonya
Soft, golden light filters through intricate stained glass windows that depict scenes of celestial events and ancient prophecies. The air is imbued with a delicate fragrance of blooming flowers, creating an atmosphere of serenity and connection with nature. My body ached in the most delicious of ways as I lay in between my mates in the bed we shared.
A lavish canopy bed adorned with silk draperies that cascade like waterfalls of moonlight. The bed is nestled beneath a now half-domed ceiling painted with constellations and celestial motifs, as if the night sky itself hovers above. The bedding is a symphony of velvets, silks, and lush textiles that seem to embrace one in a gentle embrace. This would be our last day here in the palace as we came to do what should be done. The kingdom
