As Westheid stepped into the private chambers with a hint of anticipation, the first thing to greet him was the rich, fragrant aroma of incense.
This seductive incense was a ceremonial custom among the Elf Royal Family... Westheid was no stranger to it. After all, he had spent so long at the Royal Court, and most of his wilder days had been spent inhaling this potent stuff.
'What is Ailorus up to? Doesn't she normally use that incense with the crisp, woodsy scent?'
Westheid scanned the room for Ailorus, but he didn't see the Elf Lolita who would usually come bouncing and pouncing into his arms.
A bright, luxurious chandelier bathed the room in a warm, yellow glow. An expensive crimson carpet covered the entire floor. A pale yellow screen stood before a semi-circular sofa, and behind it, a tall, mature figure could be vaguely seen.
