Lady Catherine ultimately couldn't suppress the affection in her heart and stepped forward to embrace Julian, gently stroking his hip-length silver hair. Buried in the lady's surging "snowy peaks," feeling two distinct but simultaneously present sensations—the balloon-like fullness and elasticity, and the cake-like softness and sweetness—Julian's original thought process was immediately interrupted.
This feeling reminded him of his long-unseen "Mother."
That had once been his safest, warmest harbor.
Although he had long been abandoned by her, the memories of the past still seemed beautiful upon reflection, though most had been almost entirely faded by time. Now, nestled in the lady's arms, he seemed to pick up that memory once again.
Lady Catherine's build was quite similar to Losiya's, but her figure was exceptionally voluptuous, truly the look of a noblewoman cultivated by a long life of ease. A rich, delicate fragrance wafted from her.
