Golden light flared and dissolved, revealing a room bathed in warm, luxurious amber tones.
Aurex's private chambers were nothing short of magnificent. The space was vast, with high vaulted ceilings painted with murals of sunrises and celestial bodies. Rich golden curtains framed floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the palace gardens, though they were currently drawn, casting the room in intimate dimness.
An enormous four-poster bed dominated one wall, draped in silks the color of honey and sunlight. Plush carpets covered the marble floors, and magical lights floated near the ceiling, their glow soft and gentle.
Everything spoke of luxury, of power, of a deity who valued comfort as much as splendor.
Aurex carried Wish to the bed and set her down carefully on the silk coverlet. Her body still trembled, though less violently than before. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, her fingers clutching at the fabric beneath her.
