lle's
r, casting long shadows. I sat before the silver-backed mirror,
channeling my newly awakened spiritual energy into every damage
tly against her chest, barely daring to breathe.
Faye," I s
gently pressed it against my left cheek. Slow
out a choked gasp. Her hands flew to
y gaze to
taring back took
reshly fallen snow. My cheekbones rose with aristocratic grace, framing large, luminous eyes that held a cold, awakened fire. The necrotic tissue, the dead
eks. "My Luna... it's a miracle! You must take off every veil! Walk into that grand hall
ek, feeling the cool, sof
pulling her gently t
y? They all mock you for being ugly
thinks a ruined, disfigured woman has no choice but to cower and accept whatever scraps he throws at her. To them, my scars are my ultimate sha
ization, then bowed her head resp
the thic
t-black lace. It draped over my head, completely obscuring my fe
my fallen noble house. It fit my slender waist perfectly, the crimson train pooling on the stone floor like spilled
bells began to chime, announcing the start
or their celebratio
ver my face, my eyes narrow
ftly. "Let them think
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