In the heart of Moonshadow Grove, where trees wove a canopy over a garden bursting with blue lilies, their petals gleaming like sapphires in the moonlight, Queen Seraphyne Lunaris knelt in prayer.
Her silver hair flowed down in waves, catching the moonlight's glow, framing a face both regal and alluring. Her tribal robes, created from dark, coarse fabric, clung to her voluptuous curves, the silver-threaded hem and bone-beaded accents accentuating her lithe waist and the generous swell of her hips.
The fabric, slightly sheer in the moonlight, hinted at the smooth, bronzed skin beneath, pooling around her knees as she bowed before a ruined statue of Lunareio.
The statue, weathered and cracked, depicted the moon god with arms outstretched, though one hand had crumbled, leaving a jagged stump.
