Madame Juan smiled like a ghost.
"Did you see they too were silver?"
Alyssane quietly stared back, her breaths had come to a standstill.
The carriage had started to slow down, and the abyssal darkness of the night made the silence seem more haunting. Madame Juan said nothing more, there was an emptiness behind her gaze.
That fateful night, Lord Chancellor was covered in too much blood, and the room was too dark. Alyssane hardly saw him but slowly her mind went back to the only other person with silver eyes she had seen.
'They looked the same…'
And it all started to fall together.
Alyssane was being suffocated by her confusion and her questions. What was he doing in the brothel all those years ago, what did he say? What happened on the night of his death?
'Would you know?' She wondered.
