Parts of the skirt were tightly covered, while others were thin as a cicada's wings, fully revealing the long, straight legs.
Alluring in myriad ways, utterly captivating.
Especially her light brown eyes, carrying a doe-like innocence, making one wish to transform into a werewolf and tear her apart on the spot.
In fact, among the attendees, many had already experienced a taste that was akin to ascending to Heaven.
Princess Charlotte wasn't truly a pure maiden; at 34, she was a year older than Meghane, whose daughter was already grown.
After a failed marriage, she never remarried, but her lovers stretched from the Iris Kingdom's Red Maple White Dew Palace all the way to The Holy Silver Empire's Peridot.
This princess not only remained free of illness but seemed increasingly youthful and stunningly beautiful, causing noble men to marvel and flock to her.
"Hey, guys, who was the last to leave Princess Charlotte's room last night?"
