Girl With The Golden-Cat Eyes 36 4

Alderman Joseph was more scared of this fairy-like girl - Cyril. She was unnaturally beautiful, flawless with a milky complexion. Her white would've blended with the snow if the snow didn't glitter. Yes, it was not the albino eyes that'd made Alderman Joseph unsettled. No, all of that was quite charming. It was the inhuman eyes she held. They glowed slightly in the faint room, like too polished gold coins. No matter which angle he looked at it from, they were always clear. Just bright enough to see their beauty.

Her eyes fascinated him; yet, were repulsive.

"I had heard of the game that took place in the fields." Alderman Joseph commented the moment Cyril caught him staring. "It is kind of you both to play with our youngins', but they're not too bright. I'd like if they not offend you g--"

"They were fine," Cyril's eyes narrowed on the elder. "Quite more pleasant that you."

Alderman Joseph set a silent prayer for protection, in hopes this... Strange girl, would not kill him. n.o.bility did things like that to the serfs, and he'd had hoped never to suffer a fate like that. This act sent a shiver up Cyril's spine, and the sheer audacity of him to do that... Cyril was fed up with this man.

"Let's go, Priscilla," Cyril said as she stood from the table - her golden eyes never leaving the old man.

"Wait, can we just warm up a little more?" Priscilla protested weakly.

"We can warm up back in town." Cyril huffed.

"Please, forgive my husband for what--" The Alderman's wife tried to apologize for her husband, but Cyril cared little for whatever excuse she had for him.

"It's obvious that I'm unwelcomed here," Cyril said. "We'll be leaving now."

"Excuse us," Priscilla said

Both the girls exited the cottage, the Alderman and his wife too shocked to do anything. Priscilla felt horrible about what Cyril had done. Though, she was sure there had been a valid reason for it all. Still, she felt bad for the serfs. Her eyes scanned the village as they stepped out into the snow. Straw roofing. Poorly constructed walls, and a single sorry lone road - covered in a thin layer of snow.

Sadly, in this backwater hamlet; she'd had a great time...

That game had been the most straightforward and honest activity she'd had the pleasure to partic.i.p.ate in. The children and teens weren't trying to gain valor. Neither were they looking for a favor, or trying to win her hand in marriage. It was pure. Unlike the petty games n.o.bles played each other. Political maneuvering, verbal dominance, and other grey games. Friends became enemies, enemies became friends. Yesterday's alley was now trying to bring down your house... It was a filthy game.

Having experienced that, this game had meat more to her than Cyril would've ever known. It had liberated her mind from the darkness. It forced her lungs to breath in nature. Her muscles ached from the effort, and it reminded her that she was still alive.

"Its her, mum!" A boy cried out as they pa.s.sed the last cottage by the river. "Its the Fairy!"

"I told you there were no such things as--" The mom froze as she went to close the shutters the boy was by.
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She caught sight of the two girls as they trudged down the road. Cyril and Pricilla smiled.

"See!" The boy exclaimed. "Come play again!"

"If we're ever in the area again," Cyril promised.

They waved to the family that'd watched them leave the town. On down the snow road, they went; following the large river back towards the bridge a few minutes down.

"What happened back there?" Priscilla asked.

"With?" Cyril asked, her golden eyes glued to the grey rushing river beside them.

"With the Alderman, what did he do?" Priscilla asked again.

"He kept staring at me like I was a freak," Cyril said, then kicked up some snow. "Then he dared to pray for protection from me!"

"Wait, he --"

They both stopped in the middle of the road.

"He prayed to some Alistair for protection," Cyril said with a frown. "As if I was going to reach over and f.u.c.king cut him open like Jack the Ripper or something!"