His Light
***MATURE CONTENT at the end***
Ramose brought his mate to the only room in the Purple-Radiance Palace.
Wider than the Crimson Palace, a splendid, circular bed lay in the center of the spacious room. Thin films of gossamer curtains drooped from the ceiling and span out around the bed, showering a brilliance of purple radiance as the silver-blue moon rays fell on their rippling folds.
A dressing table made out of flaming wood and a large ice mirror took one end of the room, while a rack of silk robes took over the other. A flame table with fruits and snacks sat beside the bed and a light fragrance of Nepture Fruits drifted through the air.
To finish it all, Light Flies exuding faint glows of moonlight, flew around the circular room, serving as the source of light.
"This is your room. Do you like it?" Ramose's voice sounded calm, but only he knew how nervous he was.