Catrina pulled her hair back from her face. If she turned more toward her left, she decided her teeth didn’t look that yellow… or broken… or sharp….
Her skin still possessed the mottled grey tone, but surely Uther wouldn’t think it was that bad. Would he?
She could cover it with a glamour while she attended feasts at Uther’s side, his wife, his queen.
She let out a sigh and let her lank hair drop to her shoulders.
Uther was a good man and a noble king. He deserved better than to have a troll for a wife. If she was burned at the stake for deceiving him, Catrina decided it would be worth the risk.