*Book 2*
In the Royal Palace of Solaris, behind the window of one of the towers, a young woman was sitting in a tall chair. She was incredibly beautiful, with long raven locks, fair skin, bright purple eyes like gems, and red lips. She had a fierce look, but also some fragility to it, and something feminine too. Despite her composed attitude and slow breathing, there was an air of sadness and nostalgia floating around her. Everything was still in the room. The only sounds that could be heard were the cracking of the fire, the wind against the windows, and the faint purrs of the silver-furred cat on her mistress' lap.
She slowly put down the letter she had just finished reading and let out a faint sigh.
"They are not coming back anytime soon, Blanche," she whispered, caressing the cat'
