『There was once a boy who had a father, mother, and younger sister. They were twins, born under the shining moon on the sixteenth of August.
Having golden hair resembling his father's, eyes shimmering like rubellites whenever he smiled. Pinky promis...
"Jewels for eyes... But as usual, I'm not surprised."
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Jennette was internally screaming inside her head, her frame trembling at the presence of the Emperor. She feels her heart want to run away, clutching her hands close to her chest.
"B-blessing and Glory upon the Sun..." Jennette does the custom greeting, her curtsy somewhat awkward. Her hold on her skirt wavers, fingers shaking.
Claude's jeweled cerulean eyes were still on her, cold as always. He remains unresponsive, making no gesture for Jennette to raise her head.
"My name is Jennette Margarita, your Majesty. Forgive my intrusion. I shall be retur–"
"Jennette Margarita, you say?" Claude's tone brought shivers through the brunette's spine. "The child taken in by House Alpheus as their own..." He trails off.
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Jennette fixes her posture, her head still lowered. She feels glares stabbing her back, burning like flames.
"Y-yes, your Majesty."
Her ocean-like eyes continue to observe her brown boots, unwilling to meet Claude's jeweled eyes. Jennette attempts to look small, hugging her hands closer while playing with her golden ring.
"... What's more–"
The air became suffocating, Jennette hardly breathing due to the tenseness. Her heart jumps miles upon miles, the shadow screeching at her to—
"RUN! Leave, that man will kill you. Run you, imbecile! At the very least, listen to my warning!"
But, like usual, Jennette could no longer distinguish their truths from their lies. From the number of times they muttered poison, her once clear world turned dark.
Her innocence of mind withered to ashes, staining her hands that strived to keep it. Yet, contrary to last time, Jennette gives up in trying to preserve its ashes.
Those eyes... Who do they remind her of?
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