Love Of The Cruel

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My amused mood soon dwindled, as I averted my eyes from the contraption, and met the eyes of our lord, the general. I wasn't sure what I was thinking as I stood there dumbfounded, unable to move.
Yet, he stood there staring back into my eyes, as if it was a sort of game. I couldn't help, but marvel at his features, once again.

His full, strong nose had a slight shine to it going up the bridge, only highlighting his remarkably carved bone structure. His jaw under the burning torches, looked as if it could cut the strongest of jewels, but still yet soft. Oh the Gods. How could I marvel over such a man ? A cruel, evil man. Look at what he has happened to my people, under his command..... I'm such a fool.

I quickly averted my eyes to the box, and placed it back onto the small table. I was embarrassed, as I sat on both knees and began to pick up pieces of scattered, broken pottery. I wouldn't dare look up. My head wouldn't even allow me to look up. That was until I heard the echoing claps of his sandals, walking away from the court, as well as me. I finally mustered the courage to
look from behind my twitching eyelids, as I figured. He was gone, and so was the box.