( Amelia POV )
I looked with my shining eyes at the person who killed my parents. Two different eyes - red and black. The facial features were lined, and long light brown hair covered part of his face. Thin lips with a small, contemptuous smile, and a scar adorning his left eyebrow. I can't take my eyes off him, the emotions swirling inside me, anger, pity, sadness, anxiety, fear, aggression, compassion.
"Lorenzo." My brother's name left my lips.
My gaze went to the crown in his hands which shone, reminding me of hope and my mother. To take it away, it is impossible. The strong and cold aura that emanated from him gave even me a small shiver that ran through my body. But the desire to kill him in my chest is greater than the fear that is currently shackling my body.
"I have a propos
