The Queen of Shadows is lethal in every way possible. Not only is she stunningly beautiful -- in every aspect mind you -- she has a heart of ice. Many of the lower lives who I work with at the castle often talk about her behind her back, and many believe that she doesnt even have a heart -- I of course know how wrong they are.
Queen Vraena has the type of body that can give a man his finest dreams -- at least the parts that men get to see. Her hips are prominent and thick, her cream-colored skin soft -- she has the roundest and firmest breasts thats been seen in these parts for ages. The Queen always wears black, and her clothes always shows off that perfect bust of hers, leaving the castle guards speechless. Her long hair is wavy and dark, and most of the time she lets the curls cascade over her shoulders, some of the locks falling to nestle themselves in her cleavage. Her eyes are what scared most people though. Red. Theyre a deep crimson color that can only be described as the color of blood, and most often times theres a fire burning in them that can make anyones knees weak with fear.
But as Ive said -- there were parts of this woman that many dont see.
Id been brought to the castle when I was but a young girl of fourteen. I was immediately set to work in the kitchens alongside other girls my age. Thered been a whisper traveling around that at eighteen we would receive a proper welcoming. My birthday was the latest of the rest of the girls, December twenty-first. I was left to watch as night after night, an older woman -- the Queens adviser -- would come and fetch the girls whod just turned eighteen. Sometimes they wouldnt return to the kitchen for days; it got quite lonely. And when they did return, there was always something different. Their eyes had lost the light, and the frown lines seemed deep in their youthful faces. Their innocence had been taken away.
Needless to say, Id been more than frightened upon the first few weeks of December. Id be... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
