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The moment you first saw her, you understood.

Seven High Lords, the most powerful high fae in Pyrthian, both ancient and accustomed to rule, all defeated and enslaved by a single female.

It all sounded like a folktale to you. But when you first saw Amarantha, sitting on her throne like a deity, you didn't doubt it was possible.

Her skin was white as snow, long shining hair like red wine and her eyes hid a feral beast that centuries taught of wit and cunning.

Even you might have been swayed by her into submission if she as much as smiled at you.

But neither those eyes nor her perfect blood-red lips were smiling right now. If anything, she seemed just about ready to tear you apart, piece by piece.

Oh how you wished to be able to paint her like this.

High on adrenaline (and who knows what else) your crazed mind decided that timidity was far overrated.

If you are to be killed by this crimson beauty, it won't be on the ground, cowering. 





artist: スオウ 
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