Monarch.

Starlight revolved around a blade, for it illuminated the entire cave in a violet shade, painting a mural of the heavenly archives carved upon the pithy veils.

It was of course, Twisted Elysia, for it was embedded in the centre, hidden behind the cascade of the waterfall.

A man and a woman were huddled in a corner, covered in a red blanket.

Sweat dribbled down her enticing body. Her silver hair was ragged and stuck close to her forehead. She curled up atop the man and traced her finger in a circle atop his robust chest.

The man caressed her hair and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

“I thought we were supposed to discuss something else?” Vincent asked.

“Hehe,” Shyreiana giggled and kissed his neck. “My duty is to keep you company.”

“Is it now?”

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, “Master--”

“Shyreiana,” Vincent said in a cold tone.

“Yes Master?” she lowered her head.

“Look at me,” he lifted her chin again and stared deep into her eyes.