Moon Princess

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~ Third Person Pov ~

Beneath the bright glow of the moon, Amaris relaxed in the peaceful embrace of the pristine lake, a celestial queen enthroned by nature's grace. The waters, smoother than the finest polished glass, cradled her as if the very lake itself revered her presence. In a circle around her, a cadre of loyal Omegas and devoted servants stood knee-deep in the liquid moonlight, their every movement a testament to the choreography of reverence and grace.

With unwavering devotion, they poured rich, creamy milk into a basin of purest gold, a vessel that captured the moon's ethereal radiance, transforming it into a shimmering pool of celestial blessings. Atop the milk, petals from the rarest and most velvety flowers floated gracefully, weaving a tapestry of colors befitting royalty.

Amaris, her alabaster skin kissed by the moon's gentle caress, closed her eyes in an ecstasy of serene delight. The Omegas approached her, each step an ode to gentleness and care, their hands moving like silk over her form as they poured the fragrant mixture. Every drop felt like liquid silk, a sensation so opulent, it could only befit a goddess.

Drifting in the moonlit waters, Amaris wore a gown crafted from the finest threads of starlight. This celestial attire seemed to cascade like liquid silk over her divine form, it's very fabric a masterpiece of celestial tailoring. It shimmered with a thousand constellations, tracing the intricate patterns of galaxies and nebulae across her resplendent skin. Delicate petals of rare and exotic flowers, plucked from secret gardens, floated on the surface like fragrant jewels, adorning her ethereal form. Each servant moved with grace, as if choreographed by the heavens, tending to their queen.

Her beauty, a marvel conceived by the gods themselves, transcended the mortal realm. Her alabaster skin, graced by the moon's gentle touch, exuded an otherworldly luminescence. Her eyes, as dark and deep as midnight skies, held the enigmatic secrets of countless universes. Her hair, cascading like liquid night, framed her face with an aura of timeless elegance.

As the Omegas and servants continued their ministrations, they marveled at the ethereal vision before them. Each drop of milk and every petal of those rare flowers, as they caressed her sacred form, seemed to elevate her beauty to new heights, bestowing upon her an even more divine radiance. It was a sight that would make the very heavens themselves envious, a bathing ritual of such opulence and majesty that it could only befit the loftiest of royalty and the deities they sought to emulate.

Once the ritual was complete, Amaris emerged from the waters, her skin glistening with an otherworldly radiance. Omegas, their faces veiled by silken masks, gathered around her, their massive covers billowing like silken clouds. They enveloped her from head to toe, a living cocoon of protection and secrecy.

With a regal stride, the queen and her guardians moved towards the entrance of a deep, mystical cave that seemed to lead into the very heart of the earth. Inside, the atmosphere was laden with an ancient, mystical energy. Torches, their flames a deep, azure blue, illuminated the cavern's intricate carvings and ancient symbols. Amaris, resplendent in a gown spun from the finest threads of moonlight, stepped gracefully into the cavern's embrace. Her presence alone commanded awe, her bearing befitting of royalty. Her gown, embroidered with patterns that mirrored the constellations, seemed to capture the very essence of the night sky.

As she approached, her steps echoing softly against the cave's polished stone floor, Rose, the soon-to-be sister-in-law, turned to face her. Rose, a vision of maternal beauty, stood there, her radiant aura matching the ethereal glow of the cavern itself. She was nine months pregnant, and her burgeoning belly was cradled by a gown that seemed to have been sewn by the hands of the moon itself. It flowed like liquid silver, accentuating the curve of her belly, and her eyes shimmered with a mix of joy and anticipation.