The woman across from Verena was a sight to behold.
White wavy hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight, ruby-like eyes that gleamed with a knowing glint, and pale skin so perfect it almost glowed under the light.
Her soft smile was almost too serene, and her soft eyes carried an enigmatic warmth.
Her beauty was undeniable, goth-like, with an otherworldly elegance.
She radiated that classic, almost dangerous allure... like a vampire protagonist in a late-night romance anime.
Hold on a moment…
The reason she felt so familiar was suddenly glaring at her like a neon sign.
"Pardon me, my lady," Verena began, her tone a little more formal than she intended. "Are you perhaps... Rosalinde Everthorne?"
The woman's smile widened into something that could only be described as mysterious.
"Oh?" Rosalinde purred, a soft giggle escaping her lips. "It seems the Conduitor knows my name?"
Rosalinde Everthorne.
