In a small chamber with beautiful silver and blue wallpaper and lovely fixtures of silver and sapphire gemstones to match.
A woman covered in blood and deep wounds stood in the centre of the room, where beautiful furniture and an elegant carpet used to exist. Now, a scorched mess with blade marks and wood splinters covering the ground.
"Did you think being a princess alone was enough to become his woman?" Another female with dragon horns and pink scaled wings hovered above the woman with silver hair and a mocking smile. "He just felt sorry for how pathetic you are, slut."
Vela's hand trembled.
The power of this image of Xavida seemed much stronger than the real one she spent most days speaking to.
A rival in love and her first friend, but in this world or death.
They were nothing but bitter enemies.
"I know Asura doesn't judge women that way. He never tells someone he loves them without feeling it. He is a good man!"
