Marienne's life was completely undone when her village went up in flames. Badly burned and her eyesight lost, she awakes in a strange place, with no knowledge of how she arrived there. Her savior was the enigmatic and alluring Victor, the Lord of Az...
Author's Note: I'm so excited to drop this chapter for everyone! This was my longest chapter, and will be the longest until my next update! At 2,700 words, I hope you don't find it too long and still find yourself enjoying this book. Next, I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your support up until now. As of 7/26/24, Eyes of Azyron has had over 100 reads! This is a small step along the milestone pathway, but it has me so very excited to see where the future will lead me on this journey. Again, Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and as always, feel free to leave me your feedback below.
Author's Note: It's crazy to think EoA went from 100 reads to almost 3K in less than a year! I know that the best part of writing is the process itself (or it is for me personally anyway) but man, it definitely gives me some serotonins to see those numbers go up. So keep reading, voting, and commenting people! You never cease to make my heart glad. <3
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The opportunity to make introductions arrived almost serendipitously two days later. I was beginning to feel comfortable walking around the halls, and on my second venture I made an entire lap, so to speak, of the servants' quarters. We ran into a few of the staff, but as I couldn't make out their faces, I don't truly have any memory of them.
The next day, however, I felt much stronger, and I longed to "see" more of the castle. Even though I could only make out vague shapes and some color, my other senses were now heightened, and it opened up a whole new world of possibility for me.
Amelia caught me leaning forward wistfully, nose upturned into the air, sniffing deeply. There was a strong, savory aroma drifting from somewhere else in the castle. My stomach grumbled, informing us both that I was indeed hungry.
Amelia giggled. "You look like a hunting hound who's caught the scent, Marienne. Could it be that you're hungry?" As if she hadn't heard my stomach as clearly as I had. With me leaning on her arm, we walked through the hallway like two girls deep into conspiracy and gossip. There were no great secrets kept between us in this position.
"Oh, Amelia, of course I am. I'm starving. Could we perhaps go to the kitchen? Do you think the cook would be so generous as to feed us?" The smell of a simmering stew was making my mouth water.
