Elder Beatrice’s lips tightened. "And her eyes?"
My stomach tightened. I hesitated, why did i have the feeling they already knew the answer?. "They’re golden, too. Why? I thought... I thought that wasn’t so rare."
The triplets exchanged glances. Aaron reached for my hand, his touch warm and grounding, while Alan’s jaw clenched. Alek stood like a silent sentinel, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.
"Golden eyes are extremely rare," Elder Beatrice said, her voice firm. "Only the actual king has them, but, in your case, they are far more than a simple anomaly. Neither we are saying you’re related to the king or something, i knew you parents, grand parents and great grandparets since childhood"
I frowned, my pulse quickening. "Then, What do you mean?"
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