MINTH
She enjoys the way her words shock the so called princess of Averia.
The way hurt creeps into those crystal blue eyes and steals the blood from her cheeks.
The poor, poor human simpleton had probably thought she was going to have Midas all to herself.
Maybe, somewhere in her tiny brain, she has even managed to convince herself that she could come to love the devastatingly handsome king irrespective of his cruelty and what the dragon realm has done to her kind.
Ah! Minth wants to laugh in her face and spit all over whatever fantasies she may be harboring.
Midas’ new bride.
Just thinking the words is enough to send her into a fit of blind rage and she struggles to keep the smile on her face.
When in truth, she wants to pick her cup of freshly pressed red wine and dump it all o
