The first rays of dawn, pale and tentative, were just beginning to kiss the mist-wreathed peaks surrounding the Mystic Peak Sect when Wang Jian silently slipped from Princess Yue Lingshan's hut. The small wooden structure was still shrouded in the pre-dawn gloom, and Lingshan herself was deeply asleep, her breathing soft and even, her lips slightly parted, a stark contrast to the passionate cries that had filled the tiny space hours before.
'She sleeps like the innocent princess she pretends to be during the day,' Wang Jian thought, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touching his lips. He allowed himself a final, lingering glance at her peaceful form, the silken robe he'd loosely draped over her doing little to conceal the magnificent curves beneath. 'Rest well, little Lingshan. You'll need your strength for the days… and nights… to come.'
