lle's

r, casting long shadows. I sat before the silver-backed mirror,

channeling my newly awakened spiritual energy into every damage

tly against her chest, barely daring to breathe.

Faye," I s

gently pressed it against my left cheek. Slow

out a choked gasp. Her hands flew to

y gaze to

taring back took

reshly fallen snow. My cheekbones rose with aristocratic grace, framing large, luminous eyes that held a cold, awakened fire. The necrotic tissue, the dead

eks. "My Luna... it's a miracle! You must take off every veil! Walk into that grand hall

ek, feeling the cool, sof

pulling her gently t

y? They all mock you for being ugly

thinks a ruined, disfigured woman has no choice but to cower and accept whatever scraps he throws at her. To them, my scars are my ultimate sha

ization, then bowed her head resp

the thic

t-black lace. It draped over my head, completely obscuring my fe

my fallen noble house. It fit my slender waist perfectly, the crimson train pooling on the stone floor like spilled

bells began to chime, announcing the start

or their celebratio

ver my face, my eyes narrow

ftly. "Let them think