"To think that such thing can create such dispute in this empire." Tori's fingertips traced the crown-shaped tattoo on the two-inches mark at the top of her left areole. She let out a deep sigh. "Though it is better to call this a cute tattoo rather than the Elysian Crown's mark."
Tori knew that with the presence of the mark on her body, she could not wear any sexy outfit that would showcase her cleavage—how pitiful. As a modern woman, even when she transmigrated as Victoria, she could wear sexy dresses by showcasing her ample cleavage. But now, to hide the mark, she would have to wear closed-of dresses.
Tori could still remember the night when Riza brought back a skull to her bed chambers. Upon her order, her handmaiden set out for an entire day to get her that skull.
