One day, Abrial was lying in bed in her private room in the imperial infirmary and trying very, very hard to read a book Finley had recommended, when suddenly two people swept in the door. She choked and fumbled to hide the book under the covers, face red.
Into the room waltzed a tall, graceful woman in imposing golden robes that practically glowed, giving her the look of a goddess descended from the heavens. It was Bi Gho, wearing the empress-like robes she had taken to donning everywhere at all times. Abrial squinted, half-blinded by their radiant light and the beaming smile on Bi Gho's face.
A golden-haired, blue-eyed man hopped into the room after her, grinning and winking. Of course it was Niklas Braun. Who else could give off such solid fruity playboy vibes that they could be tasted in the air?
