"Your Highness."
Alexander stepped into the familiar, softly lit chamber with a small bow, his limpid eyes quickly landing on the woman at the center, and a slight twitch immediately played across his lips.
Seelima lay draped across a plush, velvet couch in casual elegance, her long, toned legs languidly stretched out and resting over a polished wooden coffee table.
She wore a sleek, obsidian black robe that loosely clung to her mature curves, the fabric expertly tailored to accentuate both the deep valley of her cleavage and the sultry curve of her full, rounded, pregnant belly.
Golden and silver embroidery traced graceful patterns along the edges of her robe, subtly drawing the eye to her ample bosom while beautiful, golden bangles adorned her wrist, showing off the elegance of her slim, sculpted fingers.
