"Who am I?" Ashen asked again, his voice lowered this time, as if hoping she would repeat what he thought he heard.
"You… no one can withstand my eyes," Lumina murmured, her voice laced with disbelief.
She was still reeling from the fact that he was speaking calmly, almost amused as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Ashen let out a low chuckle. "Well… I am Ashen, the last son of the King of Drakonia. What do you expect?"
She shook her head slowly. "No… not that. You don't get it. Not even your father could resist my eyes."
He tilted his head, intrigued. "You can't say that. It's not like you have tested him."
Lumina rolled her eyes, and he found himself captivated again, lost in the unique depth of her gaze sightless, yet full of meaning.
"Your eyes are beautiful," he murmured, reaching forward on instinct.
She raised her hand gently, brushing the air until her fingers touched his.
"My blindfold," she said quietly, closing her eyes.
