She was absolutely bothersome as she clutched her skirts gently letting her small frame tremble. "Asterias," she whimpered out as the white-haired male looked at the Duchess's daughter. She was calling for pity, screaming upon the mountain tops for someone to save her.
Disgusting—Lumielle had to commend her wit.
She reached out to him and Lumielle quickly interceded stepping in front of the son of the future Grand Duke, "Please don't cry, Lady Cosette."
Lumielle sprung forward gently touching her face, a smile perched on her face. "I know that you won't be able to understand as you don't have any siblings," her eyes glinting in the light, the golden color looking almost suffocating as she stroked the female's cheek. Cosette should learn her place before Lumielle crushed her. Then again, she would already do that without Cosette abdicating.
