There was nothing left, or nothing for herself, she drew the small pot towards her, pouring the contents slowly into the mug before rising the tiny porcelain mug between delicate fragile fingers. She padded silently across her room as she sipped the drink. Had she truly lost it all?

She paused at the window of her room looking out over Rhy-Din, not concerned of her state of undress. She had shown herself to so many, why not a few more. She mused to herself that she had fought so long for her freedom, and now that she had it, she detested it, like a sour flavor on the tip of her tongue that just would not leave her.

With a soft snort she set her mug on the dressing table stand and moved away from the window to the full length mirror that adorned one corner of her room, kiddy cornered to take up less space yet keep the flow of curves with in the set up of bed and dresser and nightstand and footlocker.

She pushed the lace cover from the mirror and looked at herself, presented in all of her glory, dark brown eyes haunted by the past and wearied by all prospects of the future, her dark hair spilling down over her back and straight shoulders to cover those plump rounded breasts that men seemed to find so appealing. Her cream skin giving way to dark round perfectly pert nipples that appeared to stand at ridged attention and made her breasts look all the more youthful.

Her curves continued, from breast to her trim flat stomach, perfect abs, rounded hips that had yet to feel the weight of child baring, and she doubted they ever would. The smooth skin that nestled between her legs, no mark or hair to be seen, perfectly smooth and clean with just a hint of the skin hidden within the folds, inviting her own fingers to stray if only for a second to that soft delicate place before moving over one hip bone and down a smooth delicate thigh, that met with her shapely calf and finally ended in a delicate and perfectly balanced foot.

It wasn't a wonder men had sought after her, and how she hated herself for it. Turning from the mirror with an angry snarl she allowed the lace to fall back into place before crossing the room to her cup and once more glanced out the window before heading across to her bed to the clothing laying out on its covers, her fingers dancing amongst the fabrics, she would have to chose what to wear. With Rhy-Din's heat, and her own wants and needs, she immediately discarded anything with weight or substance.