Ichimaru Hime 소설 & 이야기

The sun had just begun to rise over the Pack of the Nightstar, casting a soft golden glow through the windows of Imara's chamber. Her maids, Nancy and Nara, bustled around her, adorning her in a flowing silk gown of deep purple, fit for a king's concubine. Imara's graceful figure was enhanced by the delicate embroidery that adorned the garment, and her ebony tresses were woven with pearls and adorned with intricate silver pins.

she added, which made the woman stop for a second. She looked at her with a surprised look on her face before she laughed out loud, enough that it poured through the four corners of the room. "Marvelous, lady," Hiyori said before she crossed her legs. "Truth be told, out of one hundred prestige women from a long generation of prosperity, I am Lord Sasaki's fifth concubine," she explained, which made her surprised beyond words. It was obvious that she had no knowledge about Japan's cultures and traditions, which made her even more baffled.