The first thing that strikes her was his brilliant crimson eyes. She never had seen that type of redness in any other place. It felt like crystals injected with blood.
Her breath caught short. His hair is white, perfect, and long enough to brush against his shoulders. Even without a single strand falling out, the locks seemed as smooth and silky as silk.
Damien couldn't help but notice the princess's gaze fixated on his appearance. He flashed her a cheeky grin, his voice laced with a playful tone.
"As for why I'm here and how I know you, it's simple," he said, his crimson eyes sparkling mischievously. "I heard tales of your enchanting beauty, your adventurous spirit, and your knack for getting into delightful mischief. How could I resist the chance to witness it all firsthand?"
