She was… sleeping beauty.
Her pale, alabaster skin, in spite of the length of time she'd been gone still glowed. Her rose petal lips pink, her cheeks, and her nose – she looked perfect.
If one didn't know better, he'd think she was just sleeping.
But she was not.
She's gone.
She'd long been gone.
The ethereal glow on her was the result of healing magic cast on her multiple times out of desperation. The anguished older brother had demanded and pleaded every single healer on-site to try and revive the fallen princess, but no one was able to wake her up.
They were too late.
Her soul had already disconnected from her severely injured body a long time ago. Even the soul catchers were not able to call her soul back. They could only offer prayers so that her spirit would find her way to the Elysium Field.
