After a long, tiring journey—of course it is on foot—Ethan finally broke the silence that had permeated the air around them.
His voice was low, but clear enough amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets of Sahran.
"If there are miracles, there will always be curses to maintain the balance between them," he said while looking far ahead, his eyes seeming to wander into the past.
"And the Emerald Eyes I mean are one of the balancers that keep this kingdom harmonious. That is a belief that is upheld here."
Claire tilted her head, confusion reflected on her face.
"Is it the same as my ruby eyes? Eliza once said I might come from the Lorvill Kingdom," she said carefully, as if afraid of saying something wrong.
Ethan suddenly stopped in his tracks, turning to face Claire.
The gentle breeze blew his brown hair, adding to his casualness, but his brown eyes stared at Claire with an intensity that made her heart beat faster.
