Royal Knight stepped into the room, and froze in his tracks as soon as he saw her, the queen.
She was already seated behind a round stone table, her seductive eyes fixed on him.
Royal Knight had seen many things in his years, but this woman was different.
Her strikingly symmetrical face would draw any man's attention, but her jet black hair and flat gold eyes would keep it.
Her skin was completely free of blemish and radiant, almost glowing.
The most outstanding fact about her, remained the six hands sticking out of her body.
"Welcome," she said, her voice strange, like it was coming from multiple places at once.
"I didn't think a man in your condition would make it this far."
Royal Knight didn't respond. He drew his blade instead.
He wasn't here for pleasantries or a conversation, he was here on a mission, and she was his target.
"And what do you think that little needle would do against me?" The queen laughed.
