Chapter 43: Moonshade Elves [part 1]
The lady sleeping slowly stirred as Lucien stared at her. She raised her head and stretched, her long, sharp ears flickering slightly. Then slowly, she opened her golden amber eyes.
Lucien was staring at her when she opened her eyes. She blinked. Lucien was still staring, unblinking. She blinked again—Lucien was still staring.
Immediately, she staggered back, belatedly realizing that he was awake. The scare made her tumble backward and fall, rolling back until she hit the wall. The entire structure shook slightly; a wooden cup from the table tumbled down and landed on her butt which were unfortunately facing up.
Lucien looked away... they were slightly transparent.
The young lady quickly stood up and dusted herself off with shameless dignity.
She exhaled and looked at Lucien again. He turned his head and met her gaze.
The lady was more upright than she had appeared moments ago—she was quite tall, her skin flawlessly smooth and pale as snow, silver hair cascading down like frost, and her eyes as calm as a frozen lake.
She looked less like a woman and more like a memory the ice never let go.
The lady bowed her head gently toward Lucien.
"O great one."
Lucien raised a brow.