Moonlit

The wine in her glass resembled glitter as she gently swirled it in her gloved hand, the moon highlighting its colour and her imposing frame. Her words paralysed you, overthinking every one while somehow still not comprehending them.
 
"You seem surprised? No... that's not it. Sceptical maybe? Perhaps you perceived me as some heartless dictator. Honestly you should know better than to listen to baseless rumours."