She shines brighter than any star or moon.
I despise the way they look at her.
Touch and lose your fingers.
Look, and that sight might be the last you see.
They are nothing. She is everything.
Everything to the plan, nothing more…
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Standing at the top of the stairs before the Grand Ballroom, my hand rested in the crook of Eryx's arm. We looked quite the pair. One in starlight and the other in black and gold, the lighter colour matching mine. Unlike the masquerade night, Eryx wore attire seemingly more like from his own land.
If not for the small gem dangling from a cord around his throat, I would question how he was able to walk around with so few layers on. He wore a high-collared black leather tunic tailored with sharp, commanding lines. The padded shoulders gleamed a light shimmer of gold along the darkness extending down to his mid-thigh.
