A soft voice broke the hush at the black and white streets of Monochara.
"Lady Monarcha!"
She turned. Her ornate umbrella unfurled in a slow arc, ivory lace brushing twilight air. As it swept shut, it revealed her beautiful and confident visage.
Her name was Vervendi Monarcha.
Her gown was black lace layered over charcoal satin, cut to cradle her form with delicate rigidity. Ribboned bows stitched into the corseted waist, ruffles cascading down her skirt in perfect tiers.
High collar framed her pale throat. Gothic lace gloves ended before fractured talon-blades—each finger a slender demonic claw, polished obsidian tipped with faint runic glow.
Thin chains of onyx beads draped from her shoulders to twin brooches etched with Monochara sigil, a winged wolf. Her hair, raven-dark and immaculately coiffed into twin loops, contrasted lips painted violet-black.
Her eyes flickered between indigo and onyx. At her feet were black heels that matches her gothic lolita style.
