"He did not care for their gender and fell just because of the appearance of pale skin and that sickening purple eye."
The Emperor's tone went under, expressing his loathing of Julian's appearance.
"I wonder though... would he lose his interest if I were to scorch this pale skin?" Julian went riding right away, and his heart was no longer just hammering; it was like a caged bird trying to get out. "If I were to pluck out that purple eye so he could no longer see her in you, would that do? What would be left of his devotion when you no longer remind him of his Achilles heels?"
The smirk on Aurelian's face was sharp, a jagged edge of genuine maddening curiosity. He moved his thumb, pressing it hard into Julian's bottom lip, right over the wound he had left earlier. He pushed until the skin threatened to tear again, his eyes darkening.
