Her Jeweled eyes

{Chapter Two ~ Daddy Daughter}

"Ah, your Majesty it's great to see that you are getting out!" Cabel hurried after Lucas, much to the latter's annoyance. Glancing over at his personal guard and advisor (well that's his official title. The more accurate one would be "slave") he frowned.

"Didn't I tell you to do at least 50 push-ups?"

"Ahahaha, your Majesty is so funny~!"

"I'm not joking."

"....... P-please spare me your Majesty."

The wizard would have said something else if a faint rustling didn't catch his attention. Training his bright red eyes onto the rose hedges besides them, Lucas caught sight of

Those magnificent jeweled eyes of the imperial family, glimmering brightly. She didn't need the sun to make her look radiant; she was practically the sun herself. Beautiful and beaming, lighting up his life.

And her gaze, oh so innocent-

But this child's eyes didn't look innocent. They were wide, and full with an emotion that was gone in an instant. Her face was blank as she looked up at the emperor who towered over her, and Lucas faintly wondered what was going on in her mind.

Little did he know that her sudden emotion was hatred,

Quickening breathes, clenching fists, and a fast beating heart. Attheia stared up at her father with a strong flare in her eyes, before realizing that she probably shouldn't try to tick him off. He could kill her in an instant after all.

Even if he didn't do so in his past life, what would stop him in this one?

And so she erased all forms of emotion off of her face, leaving it blank. She stared up at him, not even blinking. He was tall, very tall, towering over her little form, but she refused to be afraid. Not of the man who abandoned her when she needed it most.

Lucas on the other hand was still trapped in her gaze. A flurry of emotions he hadn't felt for a while washed over him, and memories were brought back to the surface of his mind.

"Lucas! Lucas!" He was being shook awake, the magician opening his eyes groggily with a yawn.

"Athy?" he peered at his wife, the world blurry as he fought back sleep.

"The baby! It's coming!" the blonde cried, waking him right up.

"What? But it's not due for at least a month!" he sat up, running a hand through his hair as his vision sharpened, checking his wife to see if she was alright. The woman was rubbing her swollen belly, tears in her eyes.

"I-I know! B-but- augh!" her cry split through the air, and horror spread through Lucas like a hot fire.

"Athanasia!" he grabbed her arms, careful to be gentle, as his eyes raked her face. Tears were falling down her beautiful cheeks, and worry was etched clearly onto her features. But along with that, she looked to be in pain.

A maid ran in, eyes wide. "Your Majesties, what was-"

"Get a doctor, now!" Lucas screamed at her, and the maid hurriedly left.

Fear. Fear was all he could feel. How long had it been since he felt this substance grip at his heart, squeezing him tightly as he gasped for breath? How long has it been since worry choke at him, making it hard to breath? Not even Claude's menacing aura when he asked for Athy's hand in marriage, or when Claude beat the living daylights out of him had made him this scared.