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"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

My gaze snapped toward the door, where Lucy stood, clipboard in hand, her white doctor’s coat crisp and spotless. “That,” she continued, stepping closer, “is the only thing keeping you awake and alive.” Her tone was matter-of-fact, but her eyes softened as she approached. She set the clipboard aside, pulled out a small flashlight, and shined it in my eyes. The sudden burst of light made me wince. Her hands moved with practiced ease, checking the bandages on my side, her fingers brushing against tender flesh.

Anyone who would see her would want to know more of what was hidden. But what draws the audience is her eyes. The soulful sadness reflected in her clear light brown eyes is capable to drown you with solemn emotions. Even she didn't realize her eyes expressed such sadness, which Dom captured. It was the time she was cradling her broken heart. And the time she discovered a wonderful gift growing inside her. Her brave little Lucy, Lucien Wright's child. A crowd is starting to gather in one corner, which caught their attention. Walking towards it, she could hear whispers.

Lucien didn't know if it got to his head back then or not, but thinking about it now, he realized he spent more time with Lucy and hardly knew a thing about Lillian. She distanced herself from him. His careful eyes examined her, and his heart ached. He didn't even know that she took their father's eyes, brown, just like his. Only Lucy took her mother's blue eyes. Speaking of Lucy, she asked with puffed cheeks, “What about me?” Lucien narrowed his eyes, “What about you?” The royals were standing at the center of the living room of the pack house. This was a very rare sight that the maids, guards, and servants stood to stare at.

Luckily, as an avid reader of this series I knew exactly what was going on. “Hey, your name is Lucy right?” I asked politely- even though I knew for a fact her name is Lucy. The shy dark haired girl with blue eyes winced before looking up at me and nodded. I smiled apologetically and continued, “My name’s Paisley. It’s pretty noisy in here, isn’t it?” I smiled softly. Lucy looked around cautiously before subtly nodding. I slowly placed my hands over her ears. “It’s not so loud anymore, right?” I smiled.

There's no weapon on Lucy, none that I can see, but i still casually rake my hand through my hair and take one of my hairpins out as I ask cautiously, "What do you mean?" Lucy’s been working here for the past week as Jack's nanny and no one has complained about her, but her being in my room today is strange. Lucy is twisting her fingers together, her behaviour radiating hesitation as she responds, "I studied herbs growing up, Luna. Even though I'm an orphan, I grew up with old shewolves that know the ways of the forests and they taught me a lot. I noticed something with your pills earlier. I smelt something."

"Tell me everything that happened." Lucy took a shaky breath. "It was... terrible. I was painting by the mountains when I heard growling. I thought it was just... you know, wild animals. But then they came, three of them. They looked sick, like they hadn’t eaten in days. I tried to run, but one of them caught me." Kimberly’s fists clenched. "Did you see their faces? Do you know what they looked like? Lucy nodded, her voice trembling. "Their eyes, Kim. They weren’t just wolves. They were twisted. Full of hate."

"Hillary Hones. Character from the new hit series, 'Stop-fucking-drifting'." He paused, "I'm not drifting". Lucy shot him a death glare and a tight lipped smile, "Of course, not". A ragged sigh escaped him and Lucy just stared. His twenty-four year old secretary was quite pretty and Xaver could totally understand why Alexander was hooked. She possessed Almond shaped amber coloured eyes, the same colour with full hair which was sleeked up in a high puff. A small upturned nose and high cheekbones sprinkled with faint cute freckles. Her lips weren't exactly full but they weren't small either and today they were stained a bright red.