Third Person's POV
They were smooth, polished, and regal and were shaped like a natural crown, like an exotic symbol of a divine lineage rather than a deformity.
Instead of diminishing her beauty, the horns elevated it, giving her the unmistakable presence of a goddess, or more precisely, a white dragon goddess.
Delicate light-blue jewelry adorned her snowy neck, her pointed ears, and her slender fingers, each piece catching and reflecting the ambient glow like frozen droplets of sky.
To the world, she would have been breathtaking in every possible way, but to Altheria, she was anything but that.
The little duchess's expression twisted with open scorn, her crimson eyes sharp with disgust as she glared at the woman and spat out her words without restraint.
"And what pleasure do I have to be greeted by you visiting my Sanctum in secret and to find you spying on my students and me so shamelessly, you shameless bitch.?"
