"Excuse me, Young Mistress, but I will be coming in now, feel free to shoot me dead if you deem fit," the Princess hissed before she turned the doorknob to step inside the room.
What she saw made her stand transfixed in awe. She blinked severally to make sure her vision was on the correct sight.
The lady sitting at the desk was like a drawing taken out of the painting unrealistically.
Her thick, dark brown hair was in large curls as their voluminous length dropped down to her waist.
Her highly pointed nose, her vividly accentuated cheekbones, her plump red lips. It was all adorned with beauty.
Her pale white skin was like that of a porcelain doll. Smooth and silky like fiction.
Then last but not least, the feature that made the Princess awed by her.
Her eyes.
It had an unusual color of a deep, rep shade that oddly resembled that of blood. The black eyeliner she used underneath did its magic of bringing out the color with a pop.
