Sorayah gasped, her eyes widening the moment they met his.
Dimitri's face had been the subject of countless rumors.....said to be brutal, unseeable, horribly disfigured. But the face staring back at her now was anything but monstrous.
It was flawless, yet burdened. Beautiful, yet tragic.
His skin was smooth and unblemished. Tiny scars, faint but distinct, formed the delicate shapes of stars across his left temple, trailing down to the curve of his cheek. They didn't mar his appearance; if anything, they seemed to enhance it. His jawline was sharp and sculpted, commanding attention even in stillness.
His emerald eyes....eyes Sorayah could never quite read glowed now with a mix of warmth and sorrow, hiding an ache too deep to voice. It wasn't the look of a fearsome Alpha emperor . No...It was the look of a lost boy, desperate for someone to simply hold him, to stay beside him, to offer quiet love instead of revenge.
