Ethan's POV
A small pale figure seated on the massive throne emerged from the shadows. The backrest of the throne was circular and thorned around the edges with crimson vines that framed her diminutive form. What I saw left me momentarily speechless.
A little girl definitely no older than seven or eight with skin as pale as chalk sat regally upon the throne. Her long black hair cascaded down like a dark waterfall, pooling around her like a living shadow.
Her red eyes gleamed like polished rubies and a faint smile played on her thin lips. Her features were unnaturally perfect like a porcelain doll crafted by an artist of otherworldly skill. She seemed unreal with her inhuman pallor adding to the unsettling aura that surrounded her.
Had it not been for the mature expression in her crimson eyes that seemed to have seen vicissitudes of life and the regal air in her mannerisms, she might have been mistaken for a harmless adorable child.
