"You should listen to him…" the words came like the grip of death on everyone present spare Ludwig.
The voice did not arrive from a direction. It was simply in the mouth of the moment, speaking out of the color of the air.
A woman, not taller than Ludwig's chest, small in stature, black of eyes, purple of hair. Her beauty was literally out of this world. A small face with rosy cheeks, puffed lips and high jawbones that only added to her allure. She stood as if the ground were a courtesy. Even the river forgot to gurgle. As everything in the world owed her something and she demanded it without word.
Almost comparable to the Lustful Death's outer appearance in terms of beauty alone, but there was a subtle difference. Unlike the Lustful Death who hid her ugliness using the Queen's appearance, this one's seemed to be truly beautiful. She wore it with the carelessness of something that had never paid for it. That it always belonged to her, that it was always a part of her.
