Adeline's fingers gently ran through the folded silk dresses, her mind occupied by the upcoming war, the fact that Kucan had sent those dresses to her with nothing more than a bid for her to wear them, and then the thought of Lucan himself.
Last night had seemed like something she could never get out of her memory, and even now as she stared absent minded at the silk, her lips parted, the creases under her fingers formed lines of a fantasy tale that only her could read. Tales that spoke directly to her soul.
She gave a long sigh, shaking her head in am attempt to bring her thoughts back to the present, but it only caused her hair to fall forward, lightly dropping down on her lips, causing them to slightly tingle all over again.
She finally gave up on searching the dresses and lay bac
