Maris stood before Lucan, her usual composed and saintly demeanor completely at odds with the sight before him. The warm sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting a soft, dappled glow on her skin that made her appear almost ethereal. For a moment, Lucan found himself at a loss for words.
"Lucan-sama?"
Her voice, gentle and laced with a hint of concern, snapped him out of his thoughts. "Oh, no... it's nothing. I'm fine."
11th Chapter of Today's 24 Chapters.