ONE:
Koral entered the mansion's hall. The skintight gown-paisley print, plunging halter neckline, slit up to her slender hip---clung to her every perfect curve. She wore a shall made of polar bear fur that cascaded down from her forearms to warm her as the cold crept into the keep. Hints of her still sun kissed skin gave color to her pale skin tone-despite the stage of winters chill in the lands of McCollum Castle. Her haphazard, long unruly auburn hair spilled down her curved back. Sporting a figure most women would kill for---she was the ideal and she knew it. And that she was so elusive---never married, and promising that she never would be---only added to her massive appeal. Everyone that knew her and even those that didn't would describe her as a free spirit that couldn't be tied down. No man could ever own her, possess her, or even hold her for very long. She would never be tamed. She never denied or confirmed any of it, just smiled her mysterious smile and answered questions with more questions when anyone tried to pin her down.