Announcement

Sephora couldn't help grinning as she walked down the steps to the throne room. She was wearing her gift from Ambrose, the shimmering burgundy satin, flowed like liquid as she moved. The thousands of tiny crystals sparked and glittered under the candle light, like droplets of blood trickling down the front of the dress. The off-the-shoulder design of the straps showed off Sephora's long elegant neck and smooth collar bones. She'd opted to hold her fiery auburn hair in a loose bun, with tiny ringlets of red curls escaping to brush her neck. She wore ruby earrings that were shaped in a tear-drop, catching the light and accentuating the red of the dress and her hair. She looked like a living flame, a survivor of pain and bloodshed, the face of a conqueror. And Sephora admitted she'd never looked more intimidating in her entire life.

Perhaps that was Ambrose's intention, he said he was going to declare her as his Lady, Joe had told her that Ambrose didn't think she was weak.