"Your Majesty, we do not have the luxury of time. A catastrophe has occurred," Ruru said, her voice carrying urgency.
"Tch, you are boring. Tell me what happened," the Queen replied and snapped her fingers.
Dozens of lamps lit up across the ceiling, flooding the hall with a radiant glow.
The Queen's appearance became clear as the light fell on her face, and the sight left me utterly stunned.
Her crimson hair shimmered beneath the light, twin braids coiled neatly on either side of her head while the rest fell freely. Fluffy fox ears emerged from her hair, and her eyes carried a soft pink glow with sharp vertical pupils that seemed to pierce one's very soul.
She wore a sleeveless, single-piece red gown that clung to her figure.
She rose slowly from the throne and descended the stairs, moving with the grace of someone gliding down a runway.
Every movement she made was so breathtaking that I simply could not take my eyes off her.
She drew closer to them and asked again,
