The light of the moon bathed the balcony on which she stood in an eerie glow. Wish stood balanced on the railings of the balcony as she was high up from the ground floor. She observed the dark storm clouds so far in the distance and their rumblings. The quick flashes of lightning as her hands dangled beside her, the bright golden scales covering the entirety of her fingers and the back of her hands. The disease crawled all the way around her neck, avoiding the temporary bite mark of the king like a plague.
Her brown eyes fixed on those storm clouds in awe of them as the moon slowly began to get swallowed by a cloud.
'The old king would build a strong and reliable arm for us, my love, for the day you would grow so strong for us to merge as one.''
A small pleased smirk took over the sides of her face. The wind picking up as it blew past her long dark hair and the long, silk grey robe that covered the silk, almost transparent nightdress on her.
