Cassius saw as Arabella made her way out of the forest, her hands behind her and dressed in the pretty gown, she looked just like any other young girl of her age.
A soft hum echoed from her lips, her curious green eyes stared at the sky and despite passing by a few curious glances from the villagers who had once hated or even made her life worse, she appeared as steadfast as ever, so strong despite her small back.
He could feel that even as Arabella entered a large group of crowds she would shine. Shine so brightly that he didn't need to search to find her.
He didn't know since when Arabella's eyes was the only thing he could pay attention to. He couldn't tell when he had became someone who could appreciate beauty.
He also couldn't tell when it had been since he had became a coward, someone who fears something precious to be taken away from him.
