Clatter… clatter… clatter…
These were the sounds of heels bouncing off the walls of the hall as Selene walked in slow graceful strides. Surrounding her was a stifling domineering aura that couldn't be replicated.
In her own right, Selene was like a goddess denounced by Zeus because of her black heart. When she reached the bottom of the stairs elevating the throne in the hall, she raised her hands wrapped in a white cloth and her cloak fell off her shoulders.
While whipping Aperius the handle of the whip sank into her skin and she cut her hand. She should have been upset about this but the sense of gratification she got from beating that hoe's son was addictive. It eased her taut nerves thus she didn't care about her own injuries.
