The palace of Virenkai shimmered under the twin moons like something carved out of silver dreams and secrets. Donato stood before the tall window of his temporary chambers, his dark eyes watching the horizon burn in hues of violet and gold. The land was strange, mystical, and beautiful, but he wasn't here to marvel—he was here for the book.
A knock sounded on the door before a graceful voice called out, "My father want to see you now."
Donato turned. She stood there with quiet poise, her lavender gown fluttering like petals in the breeze. The Princess of Virenkai—Princess Elowen—was unlike any woman he had ever encountered. Regal, but not arrogant. Delicate, but not weak. Her eyes, an ethereal shade of moonstone gray, seemed to carry ancient secrets and unshed longing.
"I'm ready," Donato replied, straightening his black shirt and stepping into the corridor.
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