Frey'ja, the White Dragon Lord, was an epitome of beauty.
Among the Dragon Lords, there was none who rivaled her in beauty and sheer prestige—at least, that was what she liked to think.
Of all her features, there was one that she was most proud of, though.
—Her eyes.
They were beautiful, like the depths of a crystal sea, or a boundless sky. The immaculate mix of blue, with white sparkles, made them glorious to look at.
They weren't only for decoration as well.
Her Skills involved her eyes a good deal, so they were her greatest assets in every sense of the word.
… Until the Great Old Dragon Lord plucked one out.
Frey'ja had sunk into despair after that. She thought her beauty had been forever tainted, and that she would forever be denied the full power that used to be hers. Her ambition would be forced into a standstill, and she would lose all the respect of her peers.
