The Cold King's Captive

Nyla stood at the threshold of the huge double door, staring at nothingness. She was wearing a dusty rose-colored gown, which hugged her body like a second skin with long classic gloves with smooth material, a slit on her right side below the hips revealed her leg whenever she walked. Her hair was in a beautiful bun, revealing her shoulders and the mark. She was donning light glowy makeup with ele