jєхsαm-numвєr-0 || Crecenт Moon
{☆} ——— 'A w o n d e r f u l fact to reflect upon: that every human creature Is a profound secret and m y s t e r y to every other.' Sunlight fluently seeped through ivory, transparent curtains which flowed elegantly betwixt an opened stained window. It was nearly the fourth hour of night, as the Princess hopped from her bedded sanctuary's balcony to spot a peculiar shade of emerald blurred admits her vast, luscious field-- it was quite peculiar that a trite stranger would wonder about the darkened ambiance of her castle (being rather close too the complex, she added). It had been a hushed cluster of weighted footsteps that caused thick eyelashes to snap open-- and as deviousness filled the Heir towards the brim, she simply couldn't pass the echos as norm. Staring from the platform high, the ashen blonde's amythest orbs shone as stars against the blacked shy-- earning a gaze from an unexpected guest whom had luckily not been noted by the heavily armed and abashed guards wondering admits the wind. Sharpened eyebrows knitted-- the woman curious as to whom this voyager may be-- as transparent silk clung towards ivory hips; a waterfall of lace as decor for the Royal's sleepwear. She was not to call her protection warriors just yet-- a slight smirk placed itself on peached, pursed lips. "It seems you've been led astray." her voice ran as fluid wine-- bitter in tone, yet scrumptious in pitch as Stella gazed down upon the newcomer, wondering what moves shall be had underneath the waxen moon.
