Strike (2)

In a luxurious coach encased with pure gold and precious gems, a young woman was sitting on the comfy seat. The lady had orange hair and eyes and she did not look any older than twenty four. Her waist was slim but her bust and hips were curvaceous.

Two maids accompanied her. Both of the young women, who were sitting opposite her, had excited smiles on their faces. It was not everyday the two can get out of the Imperial Citadel- the place where they had been trapped their entire life.

The brimming smile on the two's face prompted the the orange eyed woman's lips to curl up. "Don't lose yourselves. I have the feeling that you two might ruin my face once we arrive at the Raymond's." She gave them a teasing look.

One of the maids opened her mouth. She had a beauty mark on her cheek. "Your hi-"

The orange haired woman, who was an Imperial princess scowled.