DARIUS POV
She was beautiful.
The darkness of the cell had hidden her, but now, bathed in light and cleansed of the blood, her beauty shone forth.
Beautiful was too small a word to describe her: she was breathtaking.
Her silver hair, now cleansed of the crimson stain, shimmered with an almost otherworldly radiance, each strand catching the light and reflecting it with a brilliance that seemed to defy her age.
Her olive skin, fresh and vibrant, glowed with a healthy luminescence as if she had just emerged from a refreshing dip in a cool spring, the water leaving behind a dewy sheen.
And her eyes... those piercing gray eyes, they burned with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling, a fire that seemed to demand attention, a fire I found myself inexplicably drawn to,
