"Yes, my Drystan is a very good artist."
Seraphina turned her head to the balcony door and she realized that neither her nor Drystan had noticed when they were joined by another soul.
Drystan was regarding the person standing there with an expression that masked his angst while Seraphina felt like she was in the presence of a goddess.
The woman standing in front of her had silver eyes, glimmering in the light of dusk. Her skin was pale as the moon with a rosy tint to it. She had a slender built and her body was clad in a deep maroon gown which generously showed her neckline and the apex of her flushed breasts. Her hair was the colour of the night, stark black and reached till her shoulders in tight curls around her face. Her blood red lips were pulled in a knowing smirk as Seraphina
