[ Seraphyne POV ]
It was another morning, another day in her new life as Albedo's servant. The first morning rays shined on the mansion estate, shimmering through the curtains.
Seraphyne stirred, her lashes fluttering open to reveal deep wine colored eyes. She stretched languidly, her every movement draped in predatory grace, the silken sheets whispering off her form.
Her gaze flicked toward the bed across the chamber where Gwendolyn Neverwinter still slept, curled under her covers. The girl's silver hair spilled across the pillow like liquid moonlight, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of dreams.
For a moment, Seraphyne simply watched her, and in the stillness, memories pressed into her chest like old scars.
Selantra…
The resemblance was subtle, it wasn't in the looks, but in the way they acted. Gwen and Selantra were so similar. They had the same hobbies, both of them loving to read, especially about Magic.
