The first time he saw this face was a long time ago, when Sean had just come of age. It was a small gift. His father took him to the largest slave trading market in the empire and told him that he could choose any one there as his own gift.
It was also there that Sean met Queen Nilmona, who was brought to the auction block as the last surviving Nilmona people.
The fabric was torn and stained with blood, but her expression was angry and determined. Sean had never been so eager to be able to look into someone's eyes and then paint his own color on that gorgeous blue.
"Look at me, look over, I'm here." The young man's arrogance clenched his fist into a fist at his side, and dug his fingertips into his palm, but he couldn't get her special favor.
She stood there from beginning to end, looking far away at the crowd of people in the audience, looking at Nirmona who they could not see.
Her pointed chin was slightly raised, and she stood high above them and looked down upon them, announcing to everyone with a magnetic and majestic voice: Nilmona has not disappeared, they will return to the paradise one day, and the sinners who defiled the holy land will eventually be punished.