[Somewhere in Dragos]
[Zerathul's - Lana's new husband PoV]
I leaned back in my chair, idly running my fingers over the surface of an ancient scroll. The runes shimmered faintly, shifting each time my Essence brushed against them. Interesting enough to keep me entertained… but not thrilling. Very little thrilled me in Dragos anymore.
A soft knock tapped at the door.
"Enter," I said without looking up.
The door opened and Serana, my personal attendant, stepped inside. Her movements were smooth, every gesture trained to display respect without seeming fearful. Today she wore a fitted black dress that wrapped tightly around her waist and hips before flowing down her legs. Thin straps crossed over her shoulders, leaving most of her back exposed, the faint glow of her crimson skin tracing elegant patterns beneath the fabric.
Her horns were polished, her silver hair braided neatly over one shoulder, and her eyes stayed lowered as she bowed.
