The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
In Visenya’s lavishly decorated chambers, anticipation lingered like a whispered secret as she readied herself for the grand royal banquet. Before an ornate gilded mirror, her gaze alighted upon the reflection in the resplendent burgundy gown that adorned her figure. The deep, rich hue seamlessly melded with her olive skin, enhancing the natural radiance that seemed to emanate from her.
The dress, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clung to Visenya’s form with exquisite precision. The bodice, an intricate dance of golden-threaded embroidery, played with the soft lighting of the room in patterns that seemed to breathe life into the fabric.