The Smile That Shook a Princess
"Oh? So, this is where everyone has gathered."
They all turned together at the melodic sound of the voice.
At the periphery of their circle—glinting under the candlelight in a golden thread-laced white gown—stood none other than—
Princess Lira Moonlight.
Her silver-white locks spilled like spun moonlight down her back, glowing faintly with the golden light of the early evening. Her soft blue eyes, with their luminosity and the color of the twilight skies—twin moons shining with the quiet, otherworldly light.
With one hand, she held a dainty wine glass. Unfilled. Her slender fingers wrapped graciously around the crystal stem. A bright smile curved her mouth… but behind it, a spark danced—playful, inscrutable. As if she held a secret the stars had shared with her alone.
The candlelight caressed her skin, rounding out the harsh lines of her loveliness, but it could not extinguish the still fire burning in her eyes.
