It was morning in the royal palace, and all the great queens—and the small ones as well—were still fast asleep, still in their slumber even as the first rays of sunlight began filtering through the windows and casting warm golden light across the ornate hallways and chambers.
By this exact time, Tensei would have been fighting for his chastity against a group of overzealous Amazons before running away to meet Benjamin somewhere in a secluded part of Verdant Spire.
The fox ears twitched first, those soft and sensitive triangles of fur perched atop her head, and then Sakura opened her amber eyes slowly, blinking against the morning light.
The first thing her gaze landed on was the mural ceiling above her, a magnificent work of art filled with vines that naturally intertwined with the ancient paintings and carvings there, creating a seamless blend of nature and craftsmanship.
