Next day.

Imperial palace.

Beatrix's room.

5:30 am.

Lavana walked out of the dressing room garbed in an ankle-length, plain light yellow gown made of the best silk. Despite being a little loose, it didn't hide her curves. Her hair had been braided into a single ponytail. She took off the flip-flops and changed into black low flats. 

She saw the little girl was still sleeping and sighed. She didn't want to wake her up. She seemed to be enjoying her sleep.

Phoenix said he would be here by 6. ...