As they waited for the general in silence, Evangeline studied the area.
It was grand, unlike anything she had ever even imagined before. The ceilings stretched impossibly high, carved from polished ivory stone and veined with shimmering gold. Murals of war and conquest decorated the walls, depicting warriors slicing through armies with unnatural strength. It felt like a monument to bloodshed
And then she entered.
The moment she stepped into the hall, everything stilled. The guards beside Evangeline bowed deeply, their large frames tense as if the sheer presence of this woman demanded their submission.
Evangeline's breath caught.
The woman was breathtaking.
Draped in transparent silks embroidered with golden thread, revealing the full pointy mounds of her breasts, every inch of her exuded power and control and seduction.
Stunning was an understatement.