Aveline looked down at Hamilton in quiet amazement.
To her, he still looked like the same silly little creature who chased his own tail, stuck out his tongue whenever he was excited, and demanded scratches beneath his chin as though they were his birthright.
Nothing about him had changed.
Yet to every creature gathered in the sanctuary...He was something entirely different. They looked upon him with reverence. With devotion.
Almost... As though they were standing before a king.
Her thoughts drifted back to the night he had been born. Helena's desperate struggle. The way she had thrown herself before every attack without the slightest hesitation.
And Noctyrr... It had ignored Helena whenever it could. Again and again, it had lunged for the baby instead.
At the time, Aveline had thought it was merely hunting the weakest prey.
Now... She wasn't so sure.
Did it know?
Was Hamilton already important before he had even opened his eyes?
A quiet breath escaped her lips.
