"C-Can I borrow a handkerchief?"
Indeed, sympathy pricked at the hearts of men and it was hard for anyone not to find her captivating. Her eyes glittered like stars in the night. Her cream-colored tresses were warm and soft, her expression looked doe-like. She could bring stone cherubs to weep along with her. It was as if a choir was behind her, haloing her in light. Cosette was made for beauty.
"I apologize, I don't ha—"
"Oh!" Cosette said opening one of the small bags he had been allowed to bring.
Asterias felt his eyes narrow as his shackles started to clatter.
"Can I use this. . .?" She trailed off turning around to see the white-haired male glaring at her. For a second, she felt her body tense up. Asterias was giving her a look that made her body tense up. Quickly, Allard stepped in front of Cosette.
"Asterias!" He barked out.
"Cosette. Drop it."
