Darren's POV
The Witch Queen. The most stunning black woman I had ever known. Her dark skin was smooth, not one blemish or dark spot could be seen. Her shade like freshly plucked almonds was beautiful.
Her body was wrapped in a silver gown littered with precious stones and the same bright flowers that adorned the hall. Her face was fresh, absent of the years that had gone by. She had little makeup on, just enough to make her face shine under the moonlight. Her beauty beckoned submission and she knew it. She was a sharp contrast to my commanding and authoritative presence, the air around her warm and softly embracing. Each step she took was slow and graceful, her aura screaming elegance effortlessly.
