She was beautiful.
Soft, silky, flaxen hair cut short, skin as fair as jade, and long, slightly curled lashes like butterfly wings. Beneath them was a pair of exceptionally clear eyes. Her coffee-colored irises were still, yet held a trace of unease. They were the eyes of someone who seemed to have been hurt, yet remained fiercely proud. She stood there quietly, with a stubbornness in her expression that made your heart ache...
