The demoness sneered, her heavily painted lips twisting into an ugly, triumphant smile.
She thought the silver-haired Fox was a manifestation of fear.
"We have all heard the rumors," the demoness continued, her voice pitched loudly so the entire open-air terrace could hear the humiliation.
She leaned closer, planting both of her heavily ringed hands on Lexianna's mahogany table. The cloying, heavy scent of her jasmine perfume fought a losing battle against the crisp ozone of the market. "A discarded runt. A cursed anomaly. You crawled out of the Wastelands and spread your legs for the Prince because it was the only way a pathetic, powerless creature like you could survive."
The two noblewomen flanking her giggled, a sharp, grating sound that clawed at the tranquil atmosphere of the jade terrace. They were draped in excessive, ostentatious jewels and vibrant, revealing silks that left very little to the imagination.
