Her figure was slim, hard to make out from beneath the many layers of velvet and silk, she covered herself in. Crimson and black they were, with differently long seams and edges, ending into a vivid pattern.
   Only as she entered through the heavy door into the room and let the clothes glide from her, Gûlhaew gave herself the privilege to let the last few rays of the sun fall on her skin, that was pale as snow. Her lips were nicely swung in form, but they seemed to have lost all their color. The long, quick-silver hair with the black whisps that were flowing through it, fell on her back and on her bare shoulders like woven threads of the liquid metal.
   Beneath all the dark lines of black silk, she wore a lavishly corset that ended into a dark dress.
   Quickly her eyes, a grey one and a green one, surveyed the room. She found what she was looking for. With fingers likely to spider-legs she sought through the piles of parchments and note books.
   Taking one of the leather bound booklets, Gûlhaew sat down. While she began to read attentively every single line, the quick-silver haired young woman brushed her hair. Usually Krutor would do that for her, but she wanted to be alone and the servants never were able to suit her biding.