The princess sat in front of the mirror, her dark cloak flowing around her like a shadow.
Her long hair, the color of midnight, cascaded down her back, and her piercing eyes were the same shade of deep blue as the sky before a storm.
Her features were delicate, yet there was an undeniable power in her face.
A face that seemed to belong to someone else, a face that seemed to be a perfect, feminine reflection of Mors.
The resemblance between them was uncanny, as if fate had forged them from the same mold.
"Are you certain this is the right path?" she asked the maid, her voice low and measured, as though every word was carefully weighed.
The maid, a loyal servant who had been with the princess for many years, bowed her head respectfully.
"Your Highness, you need not worry. The prince has taken great measures to ensure your safety. Planet Asenus is a place where you'll be safe, away from the dangers that threaten your life here."
The princess' brow furrowed slightly.
