The moon shone brightly in the starless sky.
The breeze blew strongly through the trees, making them creak with an eerie sound. Nocturnal animals sang loudly to the moon, as if celebrating an invisible ritual.
In the Medici mansion, activity continued, although darkness reigned throughout the place.
In the stables, where the blue three-horned horses rested, amid the sound of neighing, the moans of the maids and the panting of the knights could be heard.
A chorus of lust.
In one of the many rooms of the mansion, a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, refined beauty and a capricious presence, rested elegantly. Her sky blue silk pajamas, dotted with tiny sparkles like stars, clung to her skin like a second layer of skin.
It was Liyana Medici, Zephyr's fourth wife, daughter of Viscount Wall. Her face was bathed in the faint moonlight, while a glass of red wine, thick as coagulated blood, hung between her fingers.
