The grand doors to the solarium hissed open, and Princess Athea walked in.
Her presence silenced the lighthearted chatter instantly. She moved with that usual majestic air that made the opulent room feel like her personal court, her dark dress a sharp contrast against the bright, airy space.
She didn't immediately acknowledge the conversation she had interrupted. Her focus went to her two daughters. She glided toward Aphrodite first, who was still lounging in her chair with an expression of perfect, regal amusement.
Athea walked behind her, wrapped her arms around her, and pressed a delicate, almost formal kiss to her cheek. "Looking as perfect as ever, my little goddess," she said, her voice a smooth, melodic greeting.
