Verinia's eyes darkened, and she lowered them to the ground to hide the hatred that festered there. It was unknown who that hatred was for. Even the First Princess herself did not know very well.
But the fact remained, and the uncertainty around her negative emotions would only make matters worse until it consumed her soul one day.
But then again, who cared about the soul? There were more important matters to tend to, more pressing issues to fulfil.
She looked at herself in the mirror, lightly touching the soft red paint that coated her lips. It stood out against her skin, and the contrast only brought the attention to her face, and the mystery buried in her kohl-rimmed eyes.
However one looked at her, First Princess Verinia Hellfryne was charming and beautiful. Her elegance was far beyond anything that might be commonly found in what was called high society.
