Princess Liona stood on her balcony, watching the city below come alive with the excitement of the tournament. Banners flew from every tower, street vendors hawked their wares, and the inns overflowed with visitors from across the Empire and beyond.
At twenty, she had grown into a beauty that captivated all who saw her. Golden blonde hair cascaded straight down to her waist. She has high cheekbones, full lips that curved easily into a warm smile, and blue eyes that sparkle like the ocean. Her figure was the definition of perfection. An hourglass silhouette with generous curves in all the right places, a full bust that drew appreciative glances, and a slender waist that accentuated her feminine proportions. The kind of classic beauty that inspired artists and turned heads wherever she went. She embodied the ideal that many dreamed of in a partner.
A soft knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Enter," she called, not turning from the view.
