Chapter • 14

ZYLITH.

The girl was what you would call a doll of the Victorian era.

Her hair was honey-blond from roots to the tip, just like her mother. Her golden hair draped down softly curling along the ends. She had identical blue glacial eyes as the queen dowager, which apparently were fixed on me as she made her way towards us. But the very next moment, she dismissed me as if I was but just a speck of dust in her soles of her shoes, as if I were an afterthought, not relevant enough to stick and not important enough to appear often. 

As soon as I laid eyes on her, I could tell that she was never less than arrogant. Her attitude spoke bunches of her conceited he