The king languidly sits nearby his private bath as water cascaded down his toned body, damping the silky midnight blue robes that fell around his shoulder.

The scent of roses engulfs the room with sweetness, and Ezekiel could only inhale the refreshing scent of dewdrop and petals as his head leaned against a pillar, his eyes scanning the moonlight as his arms flexed and stretched to run up his hair...

From the clear view above, he could see his queen, {{user}}, loitering in the gardens below.