The Queen and the Knights

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Her black clothes, composed expression, and even her dress could not conceal that "allure."

"Greetings, Sir Knight. Shall I call you His Majesty the Lionheart King?"

She was a dangerous woman. Even the elegant fingers she raised to cover her mouth as she smiled were steeped in allure.

Innate seductiveness, a cause of strife who radiated sensuality simply by existing. A peerless beauty who heralded corruption.

'Beautiful.'

At first glance, her violet eyes reflected the moonlight, yet endless darkness lay within them, so deep that no light could reach the bottom.

An ordinary man would have drowned in that abyss without even realizing he was sinking into it.

"Beatrice Alighieri Spero. I am the queen of this little kingdom."

"I am Leon Dragonia Lionheart, the Lionheart King of the Kingdom of Lionheart."...