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 a bit late getting this one up, but I had a pretty busy day! However, I do have some exciting news for today! On 8/12/24, Eyes of Azyron reached its 500 read milestone! I'm honestly a little bit at a loss for words that in this story's first month, it's already received that many reads. I cannot even begin to tell you how much your support has meant to me! Thank you all, for this milestone. Let's get this story to 1k reads, shall we?
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My room was thoroughly drenched with the sweet scent of roses when I awoke. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, which were fairly crusted over with the intermingled salts of both sleep and sorrow. My throat felt dry, and there was a pervasive itch in it. I swallowed, but my saliva was thick from sleep, so it did little to relieve my affliction.
I glanced towards my nightstand, and saw a bundle of color sitting upon it. I reached out towards it, and discovered the source of the strong scent that seemingly filled the room. It was a very large multi-colored bouquet of roses, ones I'm sure were plucked from the garden early this morning. I buried my face in them, quick to take in their soft, silky pleasure. I smiled, but that quickly faded as I realized who must have left these for me.
Upon standing up and reaching towards the table, my hand encountered two other objects; a slip of paper, and a necklace. Judging from the smooth roundness of the beads and their light color, I assumed they must be pearls. My heart skipped a beat, and concern furrowed my brow. How much had he paid for these?
I didn't give the paper much thought, as with my eyesight there was no way that I could read it. That would have to wait for Amelia to arrive. Suddenly, I blushed at the thought. I'd never had anyone read private notes left for me. I silently hoped he hadn't left anything overly devoted in that letter. I'd rather save myself the embarrassment. I had the irrational thought of tearing it up, but I was also afraid to anger him in any way, given what I now knew.
Still, Victor's revelation was unbelievable. His vampiric state-and potentially, my own-were things out of children's tales. How on earth had I gotten wrapped into this fantastical dilemma?
As horrible and bleak as it seemed, something good had come out of it. Amelia had become the friend I had always wished for, all my life. I had been socially removed as a girl, more intent on my mother's medicines and tinctures than anything else. I had so badly wanted to be important in life, so badly wanted to be someone of use, and of value. When she had passed away, I had gotten that wish, but by then I was self-isolated and alone. Amelia coming into my life had certainly changed that.
