Irritating

Astella smiled at the man, “Impressive. Seeing through my disquise.” Astella walked to the man, looking him in the eye. “Though I must ask, who are you? And why have you and your Lord come here, asking for the Queen.”

Astellas face was no longer soft and gentle, snapping as her disquise vanished, growing into a tall, thin woman with greying skin, scraggly long black hair, sharp nails and teeth, and white eyes. Continuing to look straight into the mans eyes.