Suncrest Whispers
Far away from the royal palace, past the stone bridges and quiet gardens where lantern light softened the night, Suncrest Estate rested under a pale moon. The mansion stood gently lit, its windows glowing warm against the cold air. In one of the inner wings, tucked behind open balconies and velvet curtains, a certain room held a soft, girlish charm that didn't belong to most noble homes.
Sasha's room.
Everything inside carried a warm pink tint—silk drapes, tiny ribbons tied to elegant corners, cushions shaped like flowers. A cozy, polished sweetness. The kind of room that always smelled faintly of rose tea and fresh linen.
Sasha sat at the end of her bed, legs folded beneath her, nightgown draped loosely over her frame. The dim lantern glow softened her expression as she hugged a pillow close, golden eyes half-lost in thought.
