Crimson Outcast
she encourages, a playful note in her voice that hints at secrets she’s eager for me to uncover.
I rise and move toward the mirror. My breath catches as I take in my reflection: my hair has transformed, now pure white and tumbling over my shoulders like fresh snow. Where my eyes once matched, one is now a piercing see-through gray, shimmering with an almost ethereal clarity, while the other burns a vivid ruby red.
I stare, stunned, trying to process the change. Queen Victoria-Ann’s smile grows wider, filled with pride and something else—anticipation, perhaps. “You’re even more extraordinary than you realize,” she says softly, her words lingering in the quiet room.
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