"Your majesty," Regina had a loud tone as she struggled but successfully got up from his arms and stood beside him.
The guards ordered by the king also came to a sudden stop just like everyone else on a reflex. She stood up and looked into Duncan's eyes. His eyes looked diffrent to her.
Being an assassin she had looked into the eyes of man people, dead and alive. She was used to the passionate and ambitious yet warm eyes of count D'Azure and also somewhat familiar to the mysterious and sad eyes of Rachel in the mansion, but Duncan's eyes were neither ambitious nor mysterious... for some reason they were very clear.
They shone like the light entering the prism, like that brief moment captured the shine but they were hollow. They seemed like they weren't showcasing his true expression.
Was he cunning? Of course he was.
Was a brutal ? Perhaps he was.
Was he helping her in that situation? He wasn't.
