Amy felt herself tense as she thought the whole journey to Robinsdale happened in just a few minutes. Yet to her now, this moment stretched out like years. Finally, she heard the Duke break the quietude.
"Margaux," Henri hissed.
The name sent a chill to Amy's spine that she let go of the Duke. She turned around ever-so-slowly that she thought her world was spinning. Images of Snow White's witch came flashing before her mind. She tried to push the mental pictures of a hideous old hag away as she laid her eyes on the Princess.
She was gorgeous.
Nothing like the wicked witch she imagined. She stood alone in the middle of the road, a few steps away from Milena's house. She had long, flowing silver hair. Her eyes was a strange shade of purple crowned with full eyelashes and brows. Her fla
