Cassiopeia's View [M]anipulate the strings to get a better view

To survive... to live the best life we know we are capable of.

She was capable of many things, surviving was one of them. Her left eye was a testament of her will to push and persevere; it served as a reminder that she earned this life and should live it in exactly his words. A man had not told her she deserved the world…

She did.

And, with her good eye, set ablaze by what life laid before her now, she found the man’s own, noticing that his gaze had seemed far off. The inferno left in their wake receded as his eyes had gone elsewhere, leaving her feeling cold. She curled into him to slowly, sensually, lick him from the base of his neck to ear, ending with a soft nip to the base of it, desperately yearning for his attention to return to her.

“Then, let’s do just that, honey. Call me Cynna. Or, yours. Whichever you prefer.”