There was something about his brown eyes that struck something deep within her, like a memory buried far beneath in a place she could never reach.
Was this a kind of ability he had? To make people uneasy before him?
She didn't like it. It was confusing.
It was something she didn't need. Meeting him twice and having him remember her in a place she shouldn't even have called attention to herself was something she didn't need.
“You are hurt?”
“I am alright… Milord,” she said, quickly attempting to stand up and failing yet again.
The fall was definitely greater than she thought it was. Was it a dislocation or a fracture? Why wasn't she feeling terrible pain yet?
The glowing brown haired man knelt by her side and that did nothing but heightened Belladonna's worry.
By Ignas, what was he doing?!
