A lot of things to do.
While he was in his deep thoughts, a feminine voice interrupted his train of thought, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Excuse ."
A woman who seed to be 19 years of age, entered the compartnt and asked him, pointing at the seat opposite Jaegar, "Is the seat occupied?"
Jaegar looked at her and said, "Not that I know of."
Then she sat opposite him. He looked at her, especially at her face. Her face looked very ordinary yet profoundly beautiful. Her skin looked very soft, a shade of light brown in colour, kissed by the sun, with a warmth that seed to glow in the right light. He could tell that she had no make-up on her face; she was like an effortless beauty. She doesn't need one, he believed.
Her eyes caught his attention first, like dark crystals, glinting even in the dim light. Her nose was slim at the tip with a slight, natural upturn. As for her lips, they were slender, shaped perfectly to draw soone close, enough to capture another's in a soft kiss. Her hair colour was blonde with a little curl in it; she pushed them to one side as she leaned back in her seat.
It was this quiet, unassuming charm that made her captivating—the kind of beauty you didn't imdiately see but felt drawn to the longer you looked.
She was really what you call a natural beauty.
She looked at him narrowing her eyes, "Is there sothing in my eyes, stranger?"
Jaegar closed his eyes for a brief mont, shaking his head, "No."
"Why were you staring at then?"
"Your face, it made want to watch it a bit longer."
She smiled, "Are you saying I'm beautiful or ugly?" She asked him with a straight face.
Jaegar, with a stoic tone, replied, "You are, beautiful."
"Well, thank you. But I have to say, you are really more handso than you look in the papers," she bead a complex smile at him.
'Damn! She definitely has the most perfect face,' Jaegar thought. He doesn't know much about perfect face asurents, but if they were to do on her, she would et the requirents. Jaegar felt that she would fit the description of a perfect face of a woman.
"Do you know ?" Jaegar asked as she seed to recognise him, probably from the newspapers.
"I once read an article about you a few years back. You are the Jaegar Ambrose, right?" She explained.
"I am." Jaeagar was intrigued by her deanour. She wasn't showing any fear, nor was she tensed.
Until now, people had been too afraid to even look him in the eye; many feared being near him, and so didn't bother acknowledging his existence at all. In Sphepet Circle, however, the glances and stares of the crowd were all fixed on him, as if he were the centre of their whispers and judgents.
They muttered whatever ca to mind without a second thought about how their words might affect anyone else. Comnts, insults, warnings—there were all kinds of voices, echoing through the streets. Even after his acquittal, the criticism lingered, as if no verdict could ever erase the stain in their eyes.
But she seed not a bit intimidated by him.
"Where are you going?" She asked him, without any reservation.
"To wherever this train takes ."
"What?"
"You are joking with !" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Maybe," replied Jaegar with a playful smile.
Suddenly, Jaegar rembered the reason he was going to Amnohdet, his aunt. Jaegar felt like smacking himself; that's when he realised he had beco quite a hedonistic freak.
Won were his weakness, and soday, he thought they would be the reason for his end.
Jaegar sighed, "Why don't you just sit there quietly, leave be?"
Her eyebrows slamd together tightly as she said, "How can I do that? It's not every day you get to et the 'Rebel prince' in the flesh."
Jaegar's discomfort only increased as he heard the na.
'Whoever the fuck nad , I wish I could bash their heads!' Jaegar muttered.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
"So, what's it like to be freed of your charges?"
"Didn't you understand what I said?"
"No, and like I said, it's a rare opportunity to sit with a mber of the imperial family." She was like a little girl who got candy, staring at him with her glittering eyes.
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Jaegar sighed, ignoring her, and looked out the window.
"My apologies, I haven't even introduced myself; I'm Satvi." She bowed to him.
It was a gesture of showing respect to imperial blood.
Jaegar still didn't turn to her, watching snow-filled lands and snow-covered mountains pass by. He was wondering how much ti it would take to reach the Amnohdet.
Satvi was like an enthusiastic girl who never stopped talking. She was very cheerful and not bothered by his recent acquittal.
Jaegar turned to her and said, "Look, I don't know how to say this, but I am not in the mood to chat with you. So I would appreciate so silence."
Satvi's eyes shone as she leaned forward, undeterred by Jaegar's request for silence. "Oh, you know, silence is so overrated. Don't you think so? Especially when there's a brooding prince to entertain!"
Raising an eyebrow at her, Jaegar's stoic expression barely hid his surprise at her persistence: "I didn't know that I was here for your entertainnt."
"Consider it as a service from , a citizen of the empire," Satvi quipped, her smile widening.
"Turning frowns upside down, one grumpy imperial at a ti."
The corner of his lips twitched, slightly bringing a smile to his face. "And just how many of them have t until now?"
"Just you, I guess," she replied broadly.
Jaegar shook his head, sighing once again.
She then asked confusedly, "Why do you sigh so much?"
"It makes one look old. Though you don't have to bother about it, I guess."
"You aren't gonna stop, are you?"
"I am told I'm persistent," Satvi countered, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
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