She stared at Beowulf and it was all there -- it was all there in his green eyes. Those eyes that had drawn her in, in the first place. How was it that she'd missed it before?
"Who are you?" Esme asked with a furrowed brow. "And why do you want to see the princess that badly?" she finished. There was a serious look on her face and a direct gaze in her stare.
"Is I'm going to help y get into the palace, just to see the princess…" she trailed off. "It is not only about what happened to her, right? This is not about the attack on her life," Esme said with her eyes widening slowly. It seemed like as she spoke out her thoughts, that was when realization hit.
