Look Into My Eyes Ch.12

The party had started about half an hour ago and yet my sister and Rose where nowhere to be seen. My sister always did like to be fashionable late. And it seemed she had made Rose the same way.

I had yet to see her since she came back and as much as I hated to even think it, I had been trying not to see her. The protectiveness I had felt for her with an ocean between us was likely to only grow, if I saw her anytime soon. And without an understanding of what it was that made it there to begin with was a very dangerous thing.

I suddenly felt the room shift and looking in the same place as everyone else I saw first my sister and then the very girl I had been trying so hard not to see. Rose herself.

She was a site to see. The blue dress she had on made her standout from everyone else. But not in a bad way. She was breath taking. The best part was her mask that had a painting of A Starry Night on it.

I could tell she was nerves of all the eyes on her although she covered it up very well. I had lived much to long to miss the slit bit of tension in her shoulders or the way her eyes never look at any one person or any person at all. In fact the only place she looked was the bottom of the staircase where someone was meant to step forward and meet her.

It didn't look like anyone would.

Most where too transfixed by the stunning way she looked. She had grown to be a lovely young woman.

He couldn't have that on her birthday. And if he had to admit it, it wouldn't be so bad to dance with the bell of the ball. And so meet her he did.

As I led her to the dance floor she said in such a way I had to hold in my laugh that she couldn't dance.

"Don't worry love, because ill tell you something," I said as I leaned close to her, "I do." And I did let out a small chuckle. The smile that came to her lips was something to see. In such a way that it seemed she did not smile much. And as I thought, as fast as it came it was gone.

"This will be the first and I hope only time I will have any need for dancing. At lest the ball room kind." She said as though that was something everyone should think.

"Do you dislike it for some reason love? Or do you just not think your self good enough for something so graceful?" I could see that she had little respect for herself and my asking likely did not help but I felt the need to try to provoke some kind of anger out of her.

The rest of our dance was silent and I could not tell if she was thinking or if she was upset with what I said.

Her meadow green eyes where unreadable. Save for a deep sadness that seemed to radiate from her soul, and even with a thousand years of life she would not be able to hind that. Not from him anyway. Because what he saw in her eyes was also in his own.

When the dance was done, and I had taken her from the dance floor, one of the heads of the witches came up to us. She was an ageing woman by the name of Eliz. Her once chestnut hair was now graying in a rather graceful way. She was somewhat plump but you could easily see that she had once been a beauty.

Her eyes held a wisdom that only a two-hundred year old witch could. (The spell she used to stay alive was staring to ware it would seem) as her eyes held a tried edge to them. You could see that the years had held grate sadness for her. The lines around her eyes also spoke of much happiness as well.

She was one of the few witches he liked but he also did not trust her one bit. The power she held was as helpful as it was dangerous to his rule as King.

She had set her ageing eyes on Rose.

"Hello my dear, Rose. It has been much too long. I hope that you are well and would like to wish you Happy Birthday." She said in a sweet grandmotherly way.

"Thank you, I am doing well. How have you been Lady Eliz?" Rose seemed to warm in the smallest to this women, she must have know for the ten years she was in this city.

"I'm very well child." She smiled warmly. "I was hoping to inquire of you magic studies? I do hope they have gotten you a good teacher wile you were away. It would be a shame for you to fall behind the girls your age."

Rose had gone deathly pale at the word magic. She looked very much like she would have a panic attack at any moment.

"I no longer wish to study magic my Lady." She said. Her voice was a strand mix of pain and fear with a small amount of sadness.

"No…no longer doing magic?! Why would you ever do that? It is a part of who you are!" she turned to me and said "You see she is of no uses to you, let us have her back and…" She began.

"I care little of what you think on the matter of her magic. I also will get to the bottom of her lack of use of it without your help. Now if you'll excuse us. Rose." I said as I began to lead her away from the old witch.

Once we were out of the women's site I let Rose go. "Go enjoy your party, love." And left her standing in the crowd.

I didn't know what to think. The witch, that could make me even more powerful, did not want to use her magic? But did I really want her to? The last time she had it had scared poor Beckah half to death (no pun intend). But I also had a feeling that it had made her lose a part of her self. Her lack of use of her magic would unbalance her in a way that only a witch could understand.

But did that mean that she was better off with the witches? No they would only push her to use her magic as it seemed she had a lot of it. Why, was I even worried about her so much? She is just a powerful young girl. That is why I would a way to make her use her magic again.

She just had to think that was that she wanted.

A man walked though the door in time to see the lovely birthday girl descending the staircase. A blue gem hanging from her slender neck. With an evil smirk he though "Let the games begin".