Turning around, Kyon saw her… The extraordinarily beautiful woman with silver eyes that seemed to see right through him… The graceful figure of the empress was wrapped in a long thin silver robe. The mere presence of her majesty was enough for everyone around her to obey her implicitly. Her powerful aura put so much pressure on the mind and soul that even the indescribable beauty of the woman was pushed into the background.
Lovr hurried to greet the empress, observing all the formalities.
Lanatelle looked at the handsome young man with a piercing gaze and said in a languid voice: «It would be better for you to forget about this personality of yours.»
Kyon raised his eyebrows questioningly: «Don't you like my appearance?»
«I absolutely don't care what you look like, so there's not the slightest reason why you should show the face of the messenger of the goddess.» – she explained coldly.
«Don't you want anyone to know who I really am?»