A dark symbol in the shape of an eye appears on Jennette's forehead, her bangs blowing back to show it with the help of a mage using their magic to grip her hair and wrench it backwards.
She can't do anything but let it happen to her, feeling the hot stares that penetrate her body, and her forehead burns with a fury that she hadn't felt since father had yelled at her that day.
Jennette's eyes start to change. First their colors went from the Obelian gem eyes to a dull blue, the color they were when she had hid them away with that cursed ring of hers.
Then it faded to a mossy green, Penelope Judith's eyes, and Claude's own eyes grew hard at the sight- having already hated this good for nothing, and with those green eyes staring out at him- it made him want to rip her body in two. But he holds back.
Athanasia said it wasn't yet the time.
She had always been right before. Trust was not easy to come by, and he would stay strong within those tight boundaries of hers. His fists release.
Her eyes continued to morph, her green shade graying out from peridot, then darkening into black like charcoal in the ashes of a fire, the whites of her eyes staying the same, and her pupils started to shift.
Shifting around.
Gasps echoed throughout the chambers, and Jennette could feel something wiggling through her eyes, and she wants to get up and run away from the feeling, but she's glued to the floor on her knees.
Her face forced to stare straight ahead as something unnatural started to happen to her- and not being able to see what was going on with her eyes- made it all the worse to accept.
But it was not unnatural, not for her, in fact, this was what she once was- what her original form was within the safety of the womb.
But in the womb she is no longer, and she had been out in the world for far too long, it is time for her time to end here.
She is not welcome in this land, in this world, let the truth come forth and decimate what she is.
The crowd is going wild- for all the right reasons of course, as Jennette Margarita- they couldn't call her by the Imperial last name with those goat eyes of hers!
No wonder her mana had never showed- they had thought it was unnatural of course, but put it to her stature as not wanting to reveal all her cards too early in the game.
They were wrong about that. She never had the Imperial mana.
Not like their crown princess, Athanasia, who, during every ball, every gala, soiree, had that signature blue flame that drew them into the sight.
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Now that it had come to light, what her true nature really was, and the crowd wasn't subdued at the continuous, "Quiet! Quiet now!" that erupted over their heads as they squabbled in shock at the reveal.
