It wasn't her sharp nose or strong jawline that drew the attention. Her high cheekbones didn't help the problem, but they weren't distracting in and of themselves. When she reached up to brush away a single lock of hair, revealing the top half of a scar that ran across one of her eyes, that wasn't so unusual. It wasn't her smooth, pale skin or the earnest smile that played across her features that distracted the old man. He was more than experienced enough to keep his eyes off a pretty face.

It was her eyes. Old man Braden had never seen eyes like that. He was sure nobody had. They were blue, deeper than any sky or ocean and purer than any sapphire. They shone like the stars on a long journey home when she smiled, and she did that all the time.



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