At Azrael's question, the woman in front of him responded with a simple blink. Then with an elegant gesture, she stooped down to pick up her fan and masterfully unfurled it, hiding most of her face behind it.
"Yes," she answered curtly, "Peasant."
One of Azrael's brows rose slightly and his lips tugged in amusement. The woman's response was curt, and her forest green eyes bore into his without flinching.
Her lustrous, wavy hair was a vibrant shade of red, nearly blinding him, and her skin reminded him of alabaster.
She wore a dress matching the color of her eyes that was adorned with intricate lacework and pearls. Her diamond jewelry glistened when it caught the morning light.
Azrael couldn't help but think that her clothes were far too extravagant for a casual stroll through the city, but a quick glance would tell anyone she was of noble lineage, and a high-ranking one at that.
He wondered what house she was from.
