Spring's Fixed Heart

✶⋆.˚ Chapter 6 જ⁀➴ 💬

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I stood there my jaw slightly opened I swear it could drop to the floor if I didn't have it attached to the rest of my face. I stood there in place... shockwaves through me, left me reeling.

I glanced at Seraphina as if trying to see what kind of emotion she had plastered. But... it was unreadable. Stoic and emotionless her face stood.

I narrowed my eyes studying Lyra for the first actual time. Taking in the features of her face... the way her black onyx hair was the same as Seraphina's, those cheekbones as sharp as with the Baron's familiar glacier eyes and strong jaw... So familiar.

I stood there... was this girl alright? I know I hadn't talked to her and connected but I couldn't read her face. No flicker of emotion in her eyes... not even that smile plastered on her face could indicate a sign of real emotion. It looked so fake.

I watched over Seraphina and Eamon sharing a gleaming look of pride and affection as they stared at their daughter. I swear... the way the two could just look at each other. It made my heart break. I once made Seraphina look that way. I was once important. I had that connection.

As the cheers died down the Baron waved his hand and the upbeat violin repeated and people began to chatter.

As Lyra had walked off the dias she was quickly surrounded by all types of men. Even women. They all smiled towards her trying to fawn over her with words of congrats and knowing "looks of affection."

I wanted to say something but all the words were stuck in my throat. I could feel my blood boil but I didn't know where it was from... anger? Jealousy? Betrayal? But there was no reason I should feel those things... like Lyra said. No drama. Not tonight.

With a final sigh coming out of me it came to more of a low grumble I turned away from the floor towards the nearby door. I didn't want to deal with any piercing eyes tonight. Not any whispers of disdain and terrible comments.

I walked upon the floor seeing as people caught eye towards me. My step echoed louder than the last and everyone kept glancing at me... I couldn't give a fuck. They could spit at me all they want but I'd rather be alone.

As I was already outside the door I stopped in the hallway to catch my breath. Mixes of emotions filled me and my heart clenched tighter and tighter feeling as suffocated as I had felt under those shackles... then a warm hand on my shoulder made me spin around.

Lyra. 

"Hey... are you ok?" She asked. Her voice. Subtle.

I stood there a few moments... the question hung in the air as I couldn't speak a word with the churning turmoil within me. My breathing finally slowed back and the pounding of my chest became a patter.

"I'm fine," I gave a curt nod.

I knew that was not close to true.... not by some long shot. Having Seraphina and the bastard's daughter ask me if I was ok... I don't know. It made me feel... pissed. If it were the correct word.

My eyes glanced towards her eyes. Dark-glacier blue... it seemed as if it were meant to haunt me. The candlelight danced on them giving that sweet and innocent look... pathetic much.