WESTVILLE, ACADEMY.
She stood majestically in front of the class, as she was about to bid her students goodbye for the day. For all her life she had been doing this, teaching the supernaturals Calculus and Probability, just like her father did.
Her students could never get enough of her. She wasn't even trying.No one could never get enough of the beautiful brilliant and passionate Queen. She smiled as she waved her hand slightly, which was covered in a lacy white glove that complimented the flowy pink gown that she was wearing. Bading goodbye indicated she was done for the day.
Her hair was held in a French braid and she had a small crown made of precious stones on it. Her simplicity was always mashed with flair and her husband, Alpha Benoit Flint, was not one bit comfortable with her
