"The Mother of Dragons, Altair Draconis?"
Leon's eyes widened as he stared at the woman before him, disbelief written all over his face.
Her appearance had completely transformed into something otherworldly—an extraordinarily beautiful figure.
Her face was flawless, with sparkling emerald-green eyes and long golden hair cascading down to her hips.
Her gaze was both cold and cynical, yet gentle—a striking contrast that somehow made her even more captivating.
She wore a stunning golden dress with a low neckline and long, flowing sleeves. A white silk belt cinched her waist, adding an elegant touch.
A gold necklace adorned with dragon-scale motifs hung from her neck, while delicate white bracelets graced her wrists.
Though most of her curvaceous figure was concealed by the dress, her full breasts and firm hips—shaped like a ripe peach—were more than enough to stir any man's desire.
