"Magic is converging around her. I don't know why. But this is the first time I've seen it," an unfamiliar voice says.
I open my eyes to see an elderly man at the side of my bed. When Calais notices I am awake, he places his hand on my head and starts to brush my hair.
"Her eyes are different too," the man notes. "This is way beyond my expertise."
"Young master, ain't this the same as what happened with Lady Eliana before?" the Parcell's butler asks.
"What's wrong with my eyes?" I interject. My mouth is parched and I need water. It's more tolerable now, but I still feel dizzy.
The three men in the room look at each other before returning their gaze on me.
"They say that people with eyes like yours are blessed by the gods," the elderly man shares.
"Leave us," Calais orders.
