Tall and commanding, she possessed eyebrows as sharp as swords and eyes that were long and narrow, reminiscent of a majestic phoenix. When her gaze rose, it exuded an imposing pressure that could make one tremble. Yet, when those eyes softened ever so slightly, a captivating charm enveloped her, transforming her countenance into something utterly enchanting. Despite her youth, she carried an air of maturity beyond her years as a woman of around twenty summers.
Her cold and unwavering gaze was fixed on the figure sprawled on the ground before her.
As the heavy doors creaked open, a man entered the courtyard, catching the attention of the formidable beauty.
Without even sparing a glance in his direction, she spoke in a cool and detached tone, as if unimpressed by his presence. "Well, what pleasure do I owe you for gracing me with your presence?"
