Ymir stepped inside, and let the heavy oak door click shut behind him.
The room was small, smaller compared to the grand Sanctum dedicated for Violet, and only a little had changed since he last entered her room.
Whitewashed stone walls catching the muted light filtering through a single tall, narrow window of tinted glass.
A faint haze of incense in the air with the same blend of night blooming jasmine.
The only difference was that now, she had quite a lot of books on the shelf besides the main door.
Violet stood near the center of the room, half-turned toward a tall standing mirror. She was in the middle of donning her ceremonial robes, the usual heavy black and silver vestments.
The outer layer hung open over her shoulders, revealing the simple and delicate line of her collarbone. Long hair cascading loosely down her back in soft waves.
She was startled at the sound of the door, and spinned around with wide violet eyes.
Then her cheeks flushed in deep rose.
