"Oakes, what are you doing?" Ruby Mercer was resting her eyes when the car honked loudly, jolting her awake.
"Dazzle them all, you know? Let them witness what it means for a king to return!" Oakes dramatically flipped his hair, thinking he was charming.
Upon hearing the car approach, the journalists immediately turned around, the lights so blinding they couldn't open their eyes. When Ruby Mercer's figure slowly emerged from the car, they all took a sharp breath.
Her enchanting silhouette, seductive gaze; to describe Ruby Mercer at this moment, a rose is not enough. She was not a fresh, dewy red rose, but rather a mesmerizing, otherworldly flower.
It doesn't dwell in the light, but by the roads of the netherworld, not meant for the world to admire, but to instill fear in them.
Ruby Mercer was draped in a black cloak, embroidered with black flowers and red edging, unique in style. She landed gracefully and approached slowly.
