It's Just Tea

Selene hated the dress she was given by the maids. It clung to her body in all the wrong places, the fabric too delicate for someone who spent years in leather and armor.

The pale lavender silk flowed around her legs, a high slit revealing far more than she was comfortable with. The bodice was tight, the neckline plunging just enough to irritate her.

"Feminine," one of the maids had chirped while lacing her up. "It's perfect for you!"

"Perfect for making me look like a damsel," Selene muttered under her breath as she stalked down the hallway, the soft click of her shoes echoing in the stone corridor.

Selene loved jewelries more than clothes, clothes had always been an hindrance and in such a body she hated how she looked.

Her red hair was pinned back in loose waves, a few strands framing her sharp features. The scars on her arms were still visible, despite their attempts to cover them with white gloves.