As if that wasn't enough, a woman emerged from the entrance of the arena, her silver gown brushing the obsidian floor graciously.
Lucrezia's eyes were drawn to her like a magnet, her majestic hair falling graciously behind her back, and the gown revealing the glow of her luminous skin. She had high cheekbones that complemented her features, eyes soft and unguarded as she proceeded towards Vaeron standing in the midst of the figures.
Lucrezia had never known someone to be that… captivating that she found herself drawn to her presence alone. "W-Who's she?" The cold winter's air brushed her skin, and she drew her cloak closer.
"A temptation," The woman answered, and Lucrezia's eyes narrowed. Temptation? "This phase is of the mind. You didn't expect the choice to be his, did you?"
Lucrezia was speechless.
Indeed, she'd expected something worse, but now, it occurred to her that deciding amongst them on his own was something easy.
