A knock sounded on the door that led outside. Aerana looked nervously at her husband, who was staring darkly at the door. He hesitated like this for only a moment before moving to open it. "Elysse," he said sharply. "It's about time."
A woman strode in without waiting to be invited inside. She was the very image of beauty, but there was something dangerous about her. Her large eyes were a deep, unnerving gold with silver flecks. They seemed to draw in the soul of whoever was looking at them in a most uncomfortable way. Red hair tumbled in wild curls and waves from her head like an all-consuming wildfire. Her almost impossible curves were like an hourglass, marking away the passage of time. Xeldan shuddered as he shut the door behind her.
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