Kyra sat on the wooden armchair with a carved flowing water design facing the half size mirror at her front, she's staring at her brimming azure eyes that seems to reflect the rich brush of the morning sky in her iris.
Rich crystal white lotus decorated her obsidian black hair, her loyal guard, Lester, had braided her hair and let it fall in one shoulder. Her robe is as white and pure as the lotus that floated in the Silver Lake Pavillion.
Among the rules in Elven Croft Palace, no servant nor stranger can stand side by side with royalty. Kyra is an Elven royalty. A direct descendant to the Fairy Lords, the first race that exist among the fairy realm, the first ruler and the most powerful of all fairies.
