Act I. Scene IV

AGAPE

Tired.

The amber eyes were exhausted at that time and were opaque as his brother had described.

However, she would not describe it that way, would not describe it as silverware that had not been polished, but rather a precious stone that had long since lost its luster.

"He’s so beautiful..." I heard some girls with extremely thin voices say in unison.

"Will he notice me? Should I try to talk to him?" a blond, grayish-eyed girl said, her irises shining as she looked, "his gaze is so...striking!"

Again, poor little soul.

And for some reason, it all bothered Agape, it bothered her on a level she didn’t want to stand there to see any of those beings try. I wanted to get him out of there and put him in a quiet place where he could breathe.

Was I going crazy? Maybe I was.

"Your prince charming seems to be disputed" Airell joked by putting his arm around his shoulders, "I don’t think you have much time to waste."

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