From above the pavilion, located near the seating area reserved for the high-profile guests spectating the event, sat a beautiful young woman with long black hair, and frayed bangs framing her almond-shaped and rose coloured eyes that were gazing straight ahead.
She was wearing a white robe layered on top of a black one, and a white overcoat lined with blue, painted with intricate patterns. A similar blue sash snatched her waist. The young woman tilted her head as her long and slender fingers tapped the blade that was carefully placed on her lap. Her lips, tinted pink, were curled in a scowl. She had been patiently waiting for her older brother's arrival for an hour now, and the man had yet to show up.
This is typical behaviour for that idiot, she sighed. Her furrowed brows softened just a fraction as she watched a tall man with long brown hair tied elegantly back into a half-up style step forward.
