The Night King (1)

A figure emerged from a dark corner once Iris left, joining Killian. He cast the person a side glance before downing his drink. He didn't bother to greet or acknowledge her, but the woman was dressed in dark priestess robes with golden linings on them.

Her hair was as white as snow shining under the moonlight. Most were hidden underneath her hood, but a few locks we left loose, framing her face beautifully. In one hand, she was holding a long scepter with a complicated figure of the moon and two serpents around it.

Despite her eyes being covered by a cloth, there was no doubt that she was a sight to behold. Her skin was smooth and radiant, and her pointed ears were the same as the demon lord before her, yet she was confident to face the brooding newly crowned Night King of the Black Clan.