Hits different [FOP]

The royal palace of Al-Qahil didn't fail to take his breath away, and so did his betrothed. He had caught himself shooting glances her way, perhaps a little more than usual. The desert kingdom and its people looked uniquely beautiful compared to what he was used to in Lemuria, but the small and elegant moon elf lady which now sticked to his side at every formal occasion couldn't help but stand out. The Xailan sun did her features justice, though he was almost afraid that its rays would eventually bring her more harm than good. Perhaps he should try to carefully suggest her to cover up a little, just to protect her pale skin from the harsh rays of Xaila's patron.

So he casually made her way to the room where she was staying, his hands stuffed away in his pockets, trying not to look suspicious as he halted before her door. The scandal of throwing Lemuria's monarchy overboard had been enough reason for the Xailan royals and staff to keep their eyes on him. He didn't want them to accuse him of inappropriately touching his betrothed before marriage on top of that.

"Vasilisa," he carefully announced his prescence as he knocked against the door before realizing that it hadn't been closed at all. "I'm coming in." Stepping into the room and closing the door behind him, he was relieved to find his betrothed dressed. Though it wasn't a dress he recognized from her wardrobe. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, he was quick to avert his gaze, attempting to hide his flushed cheeks as he searched for the appropriate words, forgetting about his actual reason for visiting. The dress was made out of a sheer fabric, leaving not much for the imagination. In those split seconds he had laid eyes upon things he wasn't able to witness before their wedding night.