"You look at them like you can understand their language," she pointed out, joining him beside the albino peacocks in his gardens. He looked a little small and scared out in the fancy manor. All the children had been dismissed to play whilst the grown ups talked (again). "What are their names?"
Lucius had his hands in his pockets, looking at the girl reluctantly. He knew her to be of his age, one of the Black girls – probably the one he was to marry. He looked towards the peacocks, lips pressed tightly. They were his mothers, now his given she had passed away.
It wasn’t that he was scared, he was just… concerned. Nothing good came out of adults talking.
“That one’s Prince,” he said, nodding towards the one preening under the tree. “Then there’s Orchid and Creampuff.”













