The Noblewoman
The voice was soft, quiet, and yet it sent a shiver of unease down her spine.
She turned, her eyes falling on a woman standing at the entrance to the library.
She was a beautiful woman.
A cold kind of beauty, one that felt sharp and unforgiving, but beautiful all the same. Her black hair was pulled into an elegant bun, her skin pale, her lips blood red, and her eyes...
They were a rich violet color, like Rache's own, except they seemed darker and more vibrant than hers, and there was something dangerous in the gaze of those eyes. It made Rache uneasy.
Rache had no idea who she was. But that wasn't particularly surprising, she had no real clue about Sideran nobility at all. She was certain, however, that whoever this was she wouldn't like.
The woman was looking her over with a sneer of distaste.
"How lovely." The woman said, her tone dripping with derision.