The hallway was dark and silent when I made my way into the underground cell. I opened the door and took my step carefully down the steep stairs, my eyes on the lady who was behind bars. Mary.
I saw as she whirled around the moment she heard the sound of my footsteps approaching, and again, I saw how she gazed at me with that same expression that I could never ignore. As much as I tried I just couldn't. Those eyes that speak more about the emotion I thought were foreign.
She has caused trouble by not staying still, but since I am aware of the reason why she couldn't stay still in the first place, I couldn't blame her.
Carefully, I stood still, before her, fully dressed and ready to venture out per my father's order. I saw Mary's eyes trace me down from my hair to my toes and back to
