A wild mess of black hair that reflects dark blue highlights once streaked by light, a pair of irises that has the palest shade of blue, and a small, fragile figure –
Despite his dirty appearance and the scatter of bruises on his face, the little boy has quite the striking profile. His well-proportioned frame looks as if it's been chiseled to perfection. He is too fine-looking for his age that even a ragged look can't ever veil his charms.
"Those eyes…" Clement blurted out in deep thought, squinting his eyes at him.
"Is he blind?"
"Yes, he is. Seems like not even the son of one of the Emperor's concubines is exempted from that kind of condition," Clifford said with a nonchalant tone, catching the two other children off guard.
"The… concubine's…son?" Seraphine muttered underneath her breath in utter shock and disbelief.
