Exert from My Novel

This is an exert from an unnamed novel I've been writing at home. It's a love story about three girls that accidentally wake up, not in the 21st century, but in a strange land were king, queens, magicians, and pirates struggle to right their falling democracy. Between twisted political games, sword fights, and mismatched magic the three girls must find their way through bad weather, stormy seas, broken hearts, and forgotten history. One girl will find her way, one girl will open her eyes, and one girl will make the ultimate sacrifice, all in the name of love.

It was while she was still standing there admiring the wonders outside the window, that the perfect young man to finish off the scene stepped gracefully through one of the doors. He was a prince out of your favorite novel. In fact, the only flaw Teresa saw was in his soul. It was ice, sharp cold ice. There wasn’t anything wrong with his appearance, he just looked cold. Not a thing about him was warm and welcoming. He had a pale complexion, and his skin was so flawless he could have been carved of stone. He was tall and formal looking, though seductive and mysterious from his soft downy black hair to his large dark eyes and full red lips. His eyes interested Teresa, they were like open wounds filled with unmentionable pain, intensity, and an anger that would make most people back away from its blaze.
Teresa was not most people though. She was never one to back away from a challenge or run away from pain. She was fire and he was ice. Subconsciously, she took a step towards him.