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 do believe last chapter I said that it was the longest chapter to date. Well, Chapter Five tops it at 3,300 words! Hopefully they don't get much longer than this one is. As usual, I hope you enjoy this new chapter into Eyes of Azyron.
Author's Note: I'm running out of time to post these edits, so I'll stop here for now and pick up later this week (3/31/25). I plan on having the first ten chapters up within the week, so y'all shouldn't have to wait for too long!
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Victor led me back to my room, promising to see me shortly at dinner. A strange longing creeped up on me, but I was grateful for the opportunity to rest and collect my thoughts.
I wasn't sure what I thought of him. He was a gentleman through and through, but what interest could he possibly have in me? Rich and powerful men married rich and powerful women. I was neither of those things.
I chided myself, cursing my silly thoughts out loud. He was simply a kind and caring man, that was all. I was a stranger in his home, someone he graciously saved from certain doom. He was just trying to be hospitable. Still, I couldn't stop my heart racing when I thought of his body close to mine, our arms entwined as we stood in the garden just a few moments ago.
"It's like I've gone mad." I said to the empty room around me, fully exasperated with myself. I walked over to my bed, and threw myself upon it, eager to let sleep wash away my embarrassment. I was dozing gently when a knock on the door roused me from my slumber. I stumbled over to it, not entirely sure of my own feet just yet, and pulled it open just wide enough to peer through it.
"May I come in, Marienne? I have something for you." It was Amelia. A sigh of relief escaped me as I let her in. I needed her steadfast calm to soothe my nerves.
Her hands were full of an exquisite shade of blue cloth. "What have you there, Amelia?" I asked her, reaching out to help her sort the awkward bundle.
"My lord sent it for you." Her reply huffed out of her in the effort it took to both squeeze through the door and set the bundle on the bed. "He wanted you to feel properly dressed for dinner tonight." There was a certain satisfaction in her voice.
