A mischievous smile danced upon Eugene Attonson's lips, as if a secret treasure lay hidden within. It was a coy expression, full of playful allure and an enigmatic charm that captivated Maisie, the beholder.
The curve of his mouth hinted at untold stories and concealed knowledge, like a lock guarding a world of mysteries, and his eyes twinkled with a glimmer of amusement, as if relishing the tantalizing power of keeping those secrets locked away. It was a smile that invited curiosity, daring others to unravel the enigma that lay behind that sly, mysterious grin.
Yet, Maisie knew well of the dangers of that smile. She may be young and her mind may be malleable but it didn't mean that she was deaf or dumb. She knew of the rumors that had surrounded Eugene Attonson, the desperate lord that would spill the blood of his own kin for a title.
