"Would you like to come in?"
In all my glory, yes, Your Majesty. I gave him a nod, and his lips curved faintly. Then, he pushed the door open and let me in.
I remember the last time I had been here, trying to search for my phone only to find him awake, all tan and beautiful under the sunlight, watching me.
I remember how Tyra had walked in and found me close, and how he had told me to wear his robe. I walked in and it felt like I lost air just being here.
It has been such a short time and now I'm going to leave? Oh, so soon? Didn't even get to attend a royal ball or a soiree… Nice touch, fate.
He walked towards the wardrobe, the curtains swaying at the side, the air entering the room and wafting at his hair. He still wore the royal suit he had fought in; though the swords were no longer with him, the blood still smeared his skin, and somehow my chest gave a leap.
