"..."
Beautiful.
An adjective used to describe someone of superior features, attractive in a way that was beyond it, and needed it's own word to possibly make the attempt to allow the common man to describe what they had seen.
And yet, it was still shallow.
A woman whose features and temperament remained effortlessly dignified.
Yet, for all this beauty, that had allowed her to charm the hearts of thousands of mercenaries through word of mouth alone, she could not move the one heart she wanted to.
Stood across a short desk from him, availed by his ire, she felt wronged but knew she had wronged.
Within this striped white and red tent, pitched and risen in the large campsite of the convoy, she stood alone before him.
He had not spoken, only gazing upon her and yet it was not admiring, as many were, nor struck, as were the others from her exceptional preparation hidden behind the ability to wear it as if she had not prepared at all.
