Morning arrived gently over the Kingdom of Ivanova.
Soft light crept over the palace towers and spilled across the marble courtyards below.
Servants had already begun their duties; distant footsteps echoed faintly through long corridors while kitchen fires crackled to life in preparation for the day's meals.
Within the royal wing, the palace was still quiet.
Behind tall carved doors in the eastern tower lay the chamber of Princess Ariana.
Inside, pale morning light filtered through long silk curtains that moved softly in the breeze.
The room smelled faintly of lavender and rose oil burned during the night.
Ariana still slept.
Her long crimson hair was disheveled and spread loosely across the pillows like silk threads of copper and fire.
The white nightgown she had worn had shifted itself up showing her milky thighs and deep cleavage not hiding much of her milky breasts as the sheets had moved to the feet of her body.
The sight was ethereal and priceless !
