"You're the first courter I've had in a while."

Emalyn Dandridge had always felt her life was unfair. Not that she voiced it, no, but not only has she grown up with a tyrannical ruler being her mother─ said mother was the same reason she grew up cursed. Cursed with a beastly anatomy. Why must she pay the consequences for her mother's cruelty?

"Is that what you're supposed to be? A courter?"

She tilted her head downwards with a certain skepticism in her eyes. She'd never been sought for with positive intent. Not only because of her mother's brutality, but also because of her appearance. Dating a woman with the beauty of some hellborn demon isn't exactly many people's wishes.

Unless, of course, they wanted money. Or rule.