Eira watch in silence from her chamber as her father and Alana walk into the throne room, she sighed inwardly and decided it was high time she stop staring and lying to herself that she was used to the sight and it didn't affect her the least. She unconsciously grabbed the railing of the balcony and it froze up, immediately she drew her hand back: clenching it in a fist as she let her thoughts wander away. For years she had managed to keep her powers and emotions in check but it was surprising how deeply Alana could always bring out the worst in her.
She wasn't always like this; although she wasn't born with the tears of the pearl, but she was once a little girl who was cherished by her parents: her father had adored her dearly and she had also loved and idolized him not until it all chan
