As the night waned, she foresaw an impending headache that would surely accompany the morning, and her first order of business would be to find Leon and lay the blame squarely upon him. The art of imbibing ale had never been her forte. Even a mere sip could send her senses spiralling, yet it was in that blissful realm of intoxication where she lingered for what felt like an eternity until the line was irrevocably crossed. The transition to over-intoxication was swift and surreptitious, catching her unawares with its stealthy approach. Others had described it as a churning unease in their stomachs, akin to a tempest threatening to upheave their last meal. Some succumbed to overwhelming fatigue, but for Aviana, these side effects eluded her grasp. She sailed beyond the realm of equilibrium, struggling to string coherent words together as her speech slurred and her limbs weighed heavy with the burden of inebriation. Kaelan had explained that this state was known as being drunk, yet Aviana contested that she had not reached that precipice. Instead, she found herself in a blissful reverie, where the boundaries of possibility blurred, and every idea held the allure of triumph. This deceptive courage fueled her sudden urgency to relay a message to Kaelan to ensure his unwavering knowledge of her safety amid this surreal journey. In the haze of mirth and folly, Aviana sought to navigate the whimsical labyrinth of her thoughts and emotions, threading together fragments of coherence as she attempted to forge a connection with her confidant.
Perched at the desk in her cozy quarters, Aviana held the delicate invitation she had received from Quillen, her fingers trembling with determination. With a resolute pull, she tore the parchment in half, the sound echoing through the room. Emboldened, she ripped it once more, creating four equal fragments. She hoped this defiance would set her plan into motion like shards of a shattered destiny.
Nestling the torn pieces into the pocket of her flowing dress, Aviana turned towards the bedroom door, her heart racing with anticipation. "Good night, Grunt," she exclaimed, feigning a stifled yawn and offering an exaggerated smile. Yet, her friendly gesture faltered against the guard's unyielding demeanour. His gaze remained unflinching as if a stone sentinel observing the passage of time. Her chosen moniker appeared to have little effect on him, just as Isolde had forewarned. Aviana's perception of Grunt had shifted since their initial encounter. What she had once perceived as indifference unveiled itself as a steadfast watchfulness, a silent guardian protecting the castle's hallowed halls. His role extended beyond keeping her confined; he served as a sentinel of reassurance, granting the royals solace in allowing strangers within their realm. It was in this realization that Aviana found newfound respect for the stoic sentinel.
"Will you get to sleep later?" she inquired, her voice laced with concern. In response, Grunt emitted a deep grunt, his head tilting in a slight nod, affirming his forthcoming rest. Returning the gesture, Aviana gently closed the door behind her, the weight of her secret intentions accompanying her as she withdrew into the haven of her chamber, where her dreams and ambitions danced in the soft glow of candlelight.
Before she could summon the persuasive arguments that would advise against her from this bold act, Aviana exerted an additional, futile shove upon the door as if her feeble efforts could keep it closed more than it already was. She ventured toward the ledge with a resolve that burned brightly in her eyes. When her feet found purchase on the treacherous edge, a dizzying sensation seized her senses, threatening to pull her down into the inky depths below. She recoiled, instinctively assuming a crouched stance as Kalan's teachings guided her movements. Muttering to herself, Aviana cast off the restrictive confines of her shoes. It might not be proper, but she knew her bare toes would find a better grip on the stones.
She took to the ledge again; her tentative steps were met with a subtle shift in perspective, transforming the once impossible idea into one that seemed achievable.. Her slender fingers reached out, seeking the comforting embrace of the stone walls for balance, as her wide-eyed gaze dared to peer into the unknown depths below. In the shroud of darkness, she discerned no sign of the lurking guard that had warned her of the dangers earlier in the day. His concerns meant nothing to her, though. Aviana had no intentions of throwing herself out of the window.
Determined, she touch traced the surface of the stones on the other side of her chamber, only to find her fingers encountering a frustrating smoothness bereft of any gripping crevices. It was a fruitless endeavour. Whatever grooves there once were had been worn away by the relentless forces of weather. Time had eroded these stones into a uniform, unyielding facade. A flicker of doubt danced in her mind as her hand trailed over the reachable laces. She questioned whether even Kaelan, with his considerable skill, could conquer these formidable walls without ropes. The conclusion was evident - there existed but a solitary means by which she could utilise this window as her clandestine passage to liberation.
With a racing heart, Aviana extended her hand, searching for the reassuring solidity of the branch. Relief washed over her as her fingers found their grip, tightly wrapping around the sturdy wood. Her anxious stomach fluttered with anticipation, a storm of butterflies threatening to burst free. Balancing on the edge of the window, she hesitated, not yet ready to release her hold and test her weight on the unknown. Determination ignited within her, fueled by the urgent need to reach Kaelan with her message. "He must know it's just an invitation," she whispered, her voice resolute in the enveloping darkness. "I will perform, earn my freedom, and be rewarded for my efforts." A hopeful smile curved her lips as she envisioned the possibilities that awaited them. They had ventured into the markets in search of a means to survive, and although this path was unexpected, it held the promise of gold. Isolde's words echoed in Aviana's mind, recounting tales of their troupe's recurring invitations to parties. Perhaps she and Kaelan could secure a permanent place within that world, ensuring they never wanted for anything again.
Aviana drew in a steadying breath, the echoes of Kaelan's voice resonating in her mind. "Take that leap of faith," he had urged her. With closed eyes, she summoned her courage and relinquished her grasp on the window, surrendering herself to the waiting branch. It swayed beneath her weight, a resilient partner in her clandestine endeavour. A triumphant grin etched its way across her features, the remnants of ale fading away in the wake of her racing adrenaline. Hand over hand, she ascended the branch, her body moving with the fluidity of practised grace until she reached the sheltering embrace of the tree's trunk. From there, she descended with nimble determination, her feet finally finding solace in the soft embrace of the earth below. Unbeknownst to her, a breath she hadn't realized she was holding escaped her lips, mingling with the cool night air. Gazing back up at the towering trunk, a pang of realization struck her—returning to her room would prove more challenging through this path. However, the realization was swiftly swept aside by the urgency of her current quest. Aviana forged ahead, veering away from her window, her steps guided by the invisible paths etched within her memory. She navigated the moonlit garden, treading lightly amidst the delicate flora, a dance of shadows and whispers in the night. Every careful stride spoke of her determination to leave no trace of her nocturnal escape, a silent pact to protect her secret venture. Relief coursed through her as she chanced upon a well-trodden path, its familiar trajectory promising an easier concealment of her footfalls amidst the diminished foliage.
She pressed forward, her determined strides carrying her until she reached the imposing presence of a towering wall. Its sheer height loomed over her, a formidable barrier that seemed insurmountable in the darkness. The handholds that would have offered respite in daylight were concealed from her searching eyes. Climbing the wall was not part of her plan—she sought a different approach to ensure Kaelan's path remained unhindered as well. With a focused gaze, she diverted her attention to the ground beneath her feet, scouring the vicinity for the elusive quartet of stones. Yet, in the cloak of night, the task proved far more challenging than anticipated. What would have been a swift endeavour in daylight now demanded patience and persistence. Aviana yearned for the sun's gentle touch, the warmth illuminating her surroundings and easing her search. But she couldn't afford to wait until morning. She couldn't afford to be seen. Each stone she sought had to possess a delicate balance—small enough to be concealed within the folds of the paper she clutched, yet weighty enough to anchor it securely against any stray breeze that might betray her intentions from the other side of the wall.
With deftness born of necessity, Aviana plucked each stone from its resting place and cradled it within a square of parchment, fashioning a makeshift parcel she tightly balled and stowed away in her pocket. Her fingers moved with practised precision, their movements almost fluid as she seamlessly transitioned from one stone to the next. The weight of each parchment-wrapped pebble served as a beacon of hope, a silent message poised to traverse the formidable fence and reach its intended recipient. Yet, a trace of uncertainty lingered within her, whispering doubts about Kaelan's remembrance of this covert means of communication. It had been years since they had resorted to such methods when Adeline was snatched away by ruthless bandits, leaving their troupe fractured and wounded. In the desperate hours that followed, when hope seemed like a waning ember, Aviana had cast these small tokens of distress, hoping against hope that Kaelan, the skilled ranger, would pick up on their hidden significance. Even within the supposed safety of their clandestine refuge, she had secretly hurled stones and parchment from her sleeping quarters, propelling them as far as her strength allowed. Each throw was a plea for salvation, a silent prayer for rescue.
One serene afternoon, as Aviana emerged from the glistening embrace of the nearby stream, her senses attuned to the tranquil symphony of nature, a peculiar sight caught her attention. Nestled amidst the verdant foliage lay a crumpled parchment, seemingly forgotten by fate. She plucked it from the ground with instinctive reflex, a mere artifact of her own musings—or so she assumed. Without a second thought, she flung it into the whispering boughs of the surrounding trees, a gesture-driven by habit rather than any lingering hope of summoning salvation.
But destiny, with its capricious whims, had other plans. Before she lay another parchment, its form now unfurled. As she traced her gaze over its mysterious markings, unfamiliar yet tantalizing, a single promise beckoned from the page's ink-stained tapestry—Tonight. Eager anticipation danced in her eyes, a glimmer of possibility intermingling with uncertainty. Her gaze penetrated the dense tapestry of foliage, seeking the telltale presence of Kaelan's dappled green cloak. Yet, the verdant labyrinth merely gazed back, revealing no hidden figure concealed within its leafy embrace.
Once more crumpled, the parchment found solace within the confines of her pocket, nestled amidst the fabric of her attire, its secrets veiled from prying eyes. Aviana returned to the camp, her countenance unyielding, resuming her duties with practised ease. A semblance of normalcy embraced her, concealing the silent tremors of anticipation that stirred within her heart. For tonight held the promise of revelation, a clandestine encounter that might illuminate the shadows that veiled her world.
That fateful night enveloped Aviana in an uneasy restlessness, her senses ever vigilant to the subtle stirrings that emanated from the encroaching shadows. Though her captors slumbered, oblivious to her mounting apprehension, she remained awake; her gaze fixated on the world beyond the bungalow's timeworn walls. Restless thoughts swirled within her mind, echoing like a haunting refrain. Doubt gnawed at her heart—had she misunderstood the message? Was the rendezvous meant to occur by the river, where she had discovered the enigmatic note? What if the missive had been awaiting her arrival for days, and she had unwittingly missed the appointed hour?
A shiver coursed through her, the chill night air prickling against her exposed skin as she tightly embraced herself, seeking solace and warmth. An unsettling notion took hold, worming its way into her thoughts—what if the message was not from Kaelan? Could she have intercepted a clandestine communication intended for her captors? The seed of doubt sprouted, entangling her in its thorny grip, whispering insidious tales of treachery and an impending trade that would seal her fate. If they were to transport her from this forsaken bungalow, would Kaelan possess the means to track her down? Doubts permeated her, casting an ominous shadow over her faith in his rescue.
Was Kaelan truly searching for her? In the solitude of her corner, she pressed her tear-streaked face into her drawn-up knees, muffling her sobs as despair washed over her like an unforgiving tide. Foolish hopes crumbled, their fragments scattered by the harsh winds of reality. The painful truth clawed at her fragile resolve—no one would venture into the abyss to retrieve her. She had experienced the sting of dismissal before. Her extraordinary abilities were deemed a marvel until they veered into monstrosity. Perhaps this grim fate mirrored past outcomes, leaving her abandoned to her own devices.
A quivering breath escaped her lips, punctuated by sorrowful tremors when a lone footstep resonated at the threshold of her confinement. Her tear-filled eyes lifted, searching for a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.
Kaelan's cracked lips parted, yielding a gentle smile that ignited a flicker of hope within Aviana's weary heart. Their reunion unfolded with a swiftness she had never known, and she sensed his wince as her desperate embrace enveloped his worn frame. Drawing back slightly, she gazed up at him, her eyes tracing the telltale signs of past battles etched upon his face and neck, the dried blood marking a timeline of faded wounds. Not a fresh injury in sight. Suppressing the torrent of questions that threatened to spill from her lips, she remained silent, mindful of the slumbering bandits nearby. Kaelan had infiltrated their camp under the cloak of darkness, risking his safety to orchestrate her salvation. He had once told her that a ranger's true mastery lay in discerning the opportune moment to engage in combat. And in this crucial juncture, he had chosen the path of stealthy rescue, recognizing that a confrontation with the bandits would yield naught but bloodshed, offering no true deliverance.
No words passed between them as they mounted the two stolen steeds, their hooves pounding against the earth as they spurred their horses onward, riding hard into the night until the onset of dusk forced them to halt and establish a makeshift camp. The encroaching darkness became a veil of safety, shielding them from prying eyes as Kaelan skillfully fashioned a sanctuary amidst the wild unknown.
Aviana's inquiry hung in the air, her voice laced with hope as she nestled herself in a cross-legged position near the crackling fire that Kaelan had masterfully crafted. The dancing flames cast a warm glow upon her face, offering solace and a semblance of harmony in a world once shattered by turmoil.
"We won't be meeting the troupe," Kaelan responded, his gaze avoiding hers as he busied himself with unnecessary tasks, feigning attention to the water boiler. His tongue tenderly caressed a cut on his lower lip as he spoke, causing Aviana's gaze to linger on the visible wounds that adorned his weary frame. A disconcerting thought crept into her mind, questioning whether these scars were solely the result of the bandits' vicious attack.
"They deemed you unworthy of their pursuit," he continued, finally meeting her gaze. The weight of his words bore down on her, prompting a gasp to escape her parted lips, while a lone tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.
"Hush, hush," Kaelan murmured, swiftly closing the distance between them. He tenderly wiped away her tears with a gentle touch, his hands encompassing hers, compelling her to meet his deep brown eyes—the kindest eyes she had ever beheld. They belonged to a shattered soul, a young man who had ventured alone to retrieve her from the clutches of darkness. "I know you are worth pursuing, Ava," he whispered, a soft smile gracing his lips as her nickname rolled off his tongue. "And I always will. I'll always be by your side." His vow resounded in the air, igniting a flicker of hope within her.
Aviana brought his soiled hands to her trembling lips, pressing a fervent kiss against his skin. "Thank you," she breathed, gratitude and adoration intertwining in her voice.
A fleeting moment enveloped them, an unspoken understanding that lingered in the air. Kaelan cleared his throat, a gentle rasp punctuating the stillness, before tenderly squeezing Aviana's hands and relinquishing his hold. At that time, she had been uncertain of the significance behind his pledge. Yet, as they embarked on countless journeys together in the years that followed, she discovered that Kaelan not only meant every word of his promise but also had an unwavering determination to uphold it. She knew he would find a way to communicate with her, employing his keen intellect and strategic prowess. Blades drawn and a reckless assault on the castle were not his modus operandi. Kaelan's approach was subtle, patient, and calculated. He awaited her signal, her initiative.
Aviana tossed the crumpled parchment over the towering fence, exerting all her strength to propel it as far as possible. It soared through the air, vanishing into the unknown beyond. There was no audible indication of its descent, but Aviana paid it no mind. The silence was essential to her clandestine mission.
Strolling along the towering wall, Aviana's mind wandered through the memories she held dear, the moments shared with Kaelan etched in her heart. He was not just a friend but a pillar of strength, a shield against the world's uncertainties. How had fate conspired to bring them together? Gratitude rose within her, a silent offering to the divine forces that had allowed their paths to intertwine. The thought of a life devoid of Kaelan's presence was unfathomable. Their bond stood a testament to unwavering loyalty, forged by trust and fortified by genuine friendship.
Halting her steps, Aviana clutched another crumpled parchment in her hand, her fingers instinctively seeking the familiar texture. With a determined flick of her wrist, she launched it over the wall, envisioning Kaelan's keen eyes spotting the hidden message. As he patrolled the perimeter in the first light of dawn, he would discover her secret means of communication. The significance of the invitation resonated deeply with both of them, but to anyone who chanced upon it, it would be nothing more than discarded waste. The success of their plan hinged on Kaelan's intuitive leaps, on his ability to decipher the silent language they shared. Aviana held unwavering faith in him, knowing that he, too, would seek the signs she had laid before him.
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Aviana's fingers toyed with the final parchment, the weight of the concealed stone adding a tangible significance to her clandestine message. She ventured along the path that wound beside the towering wall, guided by the moon's gentle glow that cast an ethereal luminescence upon her surroundings. Each step heightened the tempo of her heart, anticipation mingling with trepidation as her gaze caught sight of a figure emerging from the shadows.
Time seemed to hold its breath as Aviana froze in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat. The figure, tall and commanding, drew closer with each purposeful stride. It was as if he had been drawn to her, a magnetized connection that defied logic. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, a subtle pause in his movement revealing that he, too, had sensed her presence. Aviana's pulse quickened, her senses tingling with horror and fascination.
In that breathless moment, she knew without a doubt that before she stood Prince Nikolai, the heir to the throne. The way he carried himself, with an effortless grace that mirrored the regal blood coursing through his veins, left no room for doubt. Every motion he made was deliberate, a dance of power and control that marked him as royalty. The world's weight seemed to rest upon his shoulders, yet there was a glimmer of vulnerability beneath his composed facade.
Aviana's heart fluttered, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty intertwining within her. The sudden convergence of their paths set a whirlwind of emotions in motion, the unspoken tension between them palpable in the charged air.
Before this moment, Aviana had only heard tales of the illustrious royal family, but the reality of Prince Nikolai exceeded all expectations. His ethereal beauty transcended mere words, captivating her senses in a way that stories could never convey. The moonlight caressed his flawless complexion, accentuating the aristocratic angles of his face, from the chiselled jawline to the high cheekbones. A hint of stubble adorned his chin and upper lip, lending an air of maturity to his otherwise youthful countenance.
Nikolai's almond-shaped eyes, a deep and soulful shade of brown, held a magnetic intensity as they locked onto Aviana's own. His long, dark lashes framed his gaze, adding an alluring depth to his penetrating stare. The audacity of their nocturnal encounter only heightened the allure of his eyes, like molten pools of desire, leaving Aviana momentarily breathless. She couldn't help but wonder what consequences her escapade might bring upon Grunt, the unsuspecting guard who allowed her nocturnal rendezvous to unfold.
The prince's jet-black locks cascaded in a mesmerizing waterfall down to his waist, the silken strands imbued with an otherworldly sheen. Tonight, his hair was meticulously parted down the centre, framing his face with an enchanting elegance. Nikolai's regal attire served as a testament to his noble heritage. His flowing tunic, initially appearing black in the moonlit shadows, revealed itself as a rich burgundy hue as Aviana's eyes adjusted to his presence. Intricate golden embroidery adorned the fabric, its patterns too intricate for her to discern from afar.
A wide leather belt embellished with a simple silver buckle cinched the tunic at Nikolai's waist. No other jewellery adorned him, allowing his natural allure to shine unhindered. Fitted dark trousers tapered down to knee-high leather boots, bearing signs of wear that spoke of countless journeys undertaken. The boots, meticulously maintained, reflected his meticulous attention to detail. Completing his ensemble was a flowing velvet cloak draped regally over his broad shoulders, clasped by a brooch bearing the emblem of his esteemed lineage.
As Aviana gazed upon the prince's resplendent attire, a brief moment of self-consciousness washed over her. Her straightforward, ill-fitting dress paled in comparison, yet she reminded herself that she had no other option.
He cleared his throat gently, and she put herself into a low curtsey, doing her best to remain still and unsure how else to proceed. She had never met a royal before, and she wasn’t even sure if the position she now held was a real curtsy or rather just the mockery of one done by someone who did not know any better. As she stayed there, her ball of parchment fell to the ground. Aviana winced as she watched it roll away from her and come to settle close to Nikolai’s boot.
Nikolai's presence exuded an air of regal command, his towering form a stark contrast to Aviana's delicate frame. “Rise.” His deep, resonant voice, reminiscent of sweet honey, washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't help but be captivated by how his lips formed each word, drawing her further into his web of allure. A sense of anticipation hung in the air as Aviana slowly rose from her curtsey, her heart pounding within her chest. The weight of Nikolai's gaze bore down upon her, and she couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. At this moment, she was acutely aware of their growing connection, a fire fueled by an undeniable attraction.
As the ball of parchment slipped from Aviana's grasp, her heart sank. She winced, watching it roll away, a tangible symbol of her momentary loss of composure. However, Nikolai's graceful movement caught her by surprise before she could even retrieve it. His hand darted down, effortlessly snatching the parchment from the ground, showcasing his agility and dexterity. “You aren’t planning to break my windows are you?”
Aviana's gaze lifted timidly, meeting Nikolai's intense stare. Her lips quivered slightly as she fought to maintain her composure. At that moment, she longed for the ground to swallow her whole, her vulnerability bare before the prince. The weight of his question hung in the air, laden with a mix of curiosity and something more.
A blush crept across her cheeks, her eyes flickering with uncertainty and a glimmer of audacity. "Your windows, my prince?" she stammered, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. "I... I assure you, I have no intentions of causing any mischief or harm." Her gaze dropped, unable to meet his unwavering stare, as nervous energy coursed through her veins.
A playful smile danced upon Nikolai's lips as he observed Aviana's flustered state. His eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and curiosity, mirroring the mischief that danced within her gaze. The tension between them crackled in the air, an unspoken understanding that they were both engaged in a game of wit and attraction.
"And you tore your invitation," he remarked, his tone laced with a teasing lilt. "I have heard of some guests keeping them as family heirlooms." The corners of his mouth quirked up, his gaze never leaving Aviana's face as he playfully taunted her.
Aviana's mind raced, searching for an excuse or a fabricated story to explain her actions, but as she met Nikolai's kind, inquisitive eyes, the truth spilled from her lips without hesitation. "I was trying to get a message to my friend," she confessed, her words tumbling out in a rush. She couldn't help but admire how his eyes crinkled at the corners as he listened intently to her explanation.
Nikolai's gaze flickered towards the towering walls that encased the castle grounds, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "A friend who is outside the castle, I assume," he mused, his voice soft and warm. The connection between the crushed parchment and Aviana's mission was apparent to him. She nodded in response, her lips forming a wordless confirmation.
With a thoughtful expression, Nikolai continued, his eyes never leaving Aviana's face. "Did you ask your guard for paper and pen?" he inquired, a hint of mischief glinting in his gaze. "Your room should have a writing desk, after all."
Aviana frowned, a mix of frustration and surprise knitting her brows together. "It does," she admitted, her voice tinged with exasperation. She had overlooked the obvious solution in her haste and eagerness to reach her friend. She gratefully took the final piece of her invitation back from Nikolai, swiftly tucking it into the pocket of her dress.
Nikolai's voice softened, a genuine warmth infusing his words. "We can deliver any communication you need," he offered, his gaze unwavering and sincere. "I assume this is your first visit to the palace." There was a gentle curiosity in his voice, a desire to know more about her and the circumstances that led her to this moment.
A faint blush stained Aviana's cheeks as she met his gaze, her eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and attraction. "Yes," she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability. "It is my first time to your kingdom really.” Aviana's heart fluttered as she admitted to Nikolai, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Her fingers nervously twirled a loose strand of hair as she spoke, a touch of uncertainty colouring her confession. She found herself captivated by how his eyes lingered on her, their depths seemingly endless pools of intrigue.
Nikolai's head bobbed in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "Someone should have explained the rules and privileges of your stay," he mused, a tinge of regret lacing his words. A sigh escaped his lips, betraying a sense of responsibility he felt towards her. "Write a letter. Give it to any guard and specify to whom it should be delivered. A messenger will ensure its prompt delivery," he offered, his voice carrying a warmth that soothed Aviana's nerves.
Aviana's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. She realized she had made unwarranted assumptions about her visit, her mind clouded by apprehension and uncertainty. Perhaps the foreboding feelings she had associated with the invitation were figments of her imagination. Her eyes met Nikolai's, and she silently thanked him for his understanding.
Concern etched across his features, Nikolai addressed the issue of Aviana being out after curfew. "You are out after curfew, though. I'm sure someone must have mentioned that," he stated, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. Aviana nodded, her eyes downcast, fully aware of her transgression. The way he spoke, with an air of authority and expectation, made it clear that obedience was not to be taken lightly within the palace walls.
"Ensuring everyone's safety within the palace is of utmost importance," Nikolai continued, his tone gentle yet firm. "While it's not unusual for people to be out after dark, accountability is crucial. I trust you understand." Aviana sensed that his words carried weight, a reminder of the responsibilities they all bore in maintaining order and safeguarding those within the castle's confines. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, "Of course. I'm sorry."
In a display of grace and poise, Aviana performed a curtsey once again, her eyes fixed upon the ground. This time, Nikolai gestured for her to rise, silently accepting her apology. "Allow me to escort you," he offered, his voice laced with an unexpected tenderness that sent a thrill through Aviana's veins.
Aviana couldn't help but be captivated by Nikolai's charm as he offered to guide her back to her room. His gesture of chivalry ignited a flicker of excitement within her, and she suppressed the notion that his offer stemmed from a lack of trust. It was time, she decided, to embrace the opportunities presented to her without hesitation. "Thank you," she replied, a soft tremor of anticipation threading through her words. "I must admit, I've lost my way back to my room." A nervous chuckle escaped her lips, and to her surprise, Nikolai's laughter mingled with her own. A surge of anticipation coursed through her as she stepped beside Nikolai, their strides perfectly aligned.
"I can certainly set you in the right direction," Nikolai assured her, a genuine smile curving his lips and causing his eyes to sparkle with a hint of mischief. Aviana's heart quickened its pace as she felt the magnetic effect he had on her. With a graceful gesture, he beckoned her to join him, and she eagerly fell into step at his side as they began retracing their steps. "I'm Nikolai," he introduced himself, his voice holding a warmth that drew her attention.
Aviana couldn't help but be intrigued by his admission. "I suppose introductions aren't a common occurrence for you," she surmised, a playful glimmer in her eyes as she watched his reaction.
A hint of amusement danced in his gaze as he nodded in agreement. "One of the side effects of everyone already knowing who you are," he confessed.
With a sense of familiarity gradually settling between them, Aviana shared her name as they strolled along the palace corridors. "Aviana," she introduced herself, " and I apologize for sneaking out past curfew."
Nikolai waved away her concerns dismissively, his gaze never leaving hers. "As I mentioned before, Aviana," he began, his voice laced with a captivating charm. Aviana hid the effect he had on her speaking her name, savouring the taste of her own name as it rolled off his tongue. "it's almost like a rite of passage. When you set limitations, some people perceive them as challenges." He paused, his eyes locked onto hers, a flicker of intensity passing between them. "Or threats," he added, his voice laced with a subtle undercurrent of meaning.
Aviana's heart skipped a beat as Nikolai's eyes held her captive, his gaze an intoxicating mix of curiosity and allure. She swallowed, breaking the intensity of their eye contact, and nodded in response to his remark about the curfew. "Even without a curfew, I would have found a way to sneak out. The view of this garden from my window is simply enchanting and begs exploring."
Nikolai arched an eyebrow, a playful glint lighting up his eyes. "Begs exploring?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I must admit, I haven't heard that phrase quite like that before."
Aviana's cheeks flushed slightly, and she averted her gaze, feeling the warmth spreading across her face. "I just mean that it's incredibly beautiful, and I couldn't resist the temptation to explore it if given the chance," she explained, her voice tinged with excitement and shyness. "Experiencing it under the moonlight adds a whole new dimension to its allure."
Nikolai nodded in understanding, captivated by her words. "Well, perhaps the next time you come across something that 'begs exploring,'" he emphasized the words, looking at her approval at the use of the new phrase. "You could extend an invitation for me to accompany you, Aviana." Her feet seemed to fall over themselves, and she would have fallen if not for the immediate support Nikolai extended to her. He paused, waiting for her response, his hand gently resting on her shoulder to steady her as her steps faltered.
A surge of anticipation coursed through Aviana's veins at his suggestion. She met his gaze, her eyes filled with nervousness and excitement. "Of course," she replied, her voice breathless with anticipation. "I'll be sure to let you know."
A soft smile played upon Nikolai's lips, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. The warmth of his touch lingered on her shoulder, and Aviana couldn't deny the electricity that surged through her at the brief contact. "Wonderful," he murmured, his smile deepening. His eyes half-closed for a moment, conveying a sincerity that left her breathless.
As Aviana and Nikolai continued their leisurely stroll through the palace grounds, the dimly lit pathways cast mysterious shadows around them. She couldn't help but notice his gaze occasionally flickering over her figure, stirring a mixture of curiosity and anticipation within her. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she mustered the courage to ask, "What is it that catches your attention?"
Nikolai's lips curved into a playful smile, and he looked at her intently, his eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Are you here as a performer?" he finally inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.
Aviana nodded, a hint of pride evident in her response. "Yes, I am," she affirmed, her voice tinged with excitement.
His eyebrow arched, betraying his interest. "Step back a bit," he instructed, his tone devoid of commanding authority. Aviana sensed that she had the freedom to deny him, should she choose to. Nonetheless, she obliged, taking a step backward. She watched as Nikolai gracefully moved her with a guiding hand closer to one of the burning torches, positioning her in a way that allowed the flickering light to illuminate her features more clearly.
Aviana's heart quickened as Nikolai circled around her, his gaze carefully assessing every detail. Uncertain of what to do with her hands, she flexed her fingers, trying to dispel the nervous tension that had settled within her. He did not feel like the victim of a shark as Nikolai walked around her. Instead, she felt like a prized possession, something that was precious and deserved to be studied. She was not accustomed to being seen like this, and the nervous energy infected every part of her as Nikolai completed his circle.
With one arm nonchalantly resting behind his back, accentuating the elegant curve of his spine, Nikolai ran his hand through his flowing black hair. To Aviana's amazement, not a single strand seemed out of place as it effortlessly returned to its perfectly styled position. Returning to stand before her, he furrowed his brow and gently took her right hand.
"Are you a musician?" he hazarded a guess, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. Aviana shook her head, her eyes locked with his. “But your fingers are perfect for it," he praised, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. A surge of warmth washed over Aviana as his words echoed in her ears, causing her heart to flutter.
A surge of electricity coursed through Aviana's veins as Nikolai's fingers traced over the delicate contours of her hand, his touch igniting a tingling sensation that spread throughout her body. The unspoken tension between them hung in the air, their words laced with a subtle, intoxicating desire.
She met his gaze, her eyes drawn to the slight quirk of his lips. "I tried my hand at music a few times, but dancing is where my true passion lies," she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of vulnerability and confidence.
Nikolai's fingers continued their gentle exploration, his touch lingering on the knuckles of her hand. "That was going to be my second choice," he replied, his voice dipping slightly, hinting at a shared understanding.
As they continued their stroll, a comfortable silence settled between them, creating an unexpected camaraderie. Aviana found herself at ease, walking beside the prince, who exuded a rare sense of relaxation in her presence. Their hands swung gently at their sides, occasionally brushing against each other, but neither seemed bothered by the accidental touch. It was a dance of proximity and connection, a silent acknowledgement of their growing attraction.
Aviana's heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. She longed to confide in someone about this encounter, but the fear of gossip and judgment held her back. Kaelan, her closest friend, was absent, leaving her with a sense of isolation in this unfamiliar realm of desire and intrigue.
As they approached the archway entrance, Nikolai halted, causing Aviana to stand before him, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. "This is where I leave you," he informed her, his voice tinged with a hint of regret.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I thought you might want to walk me to my door," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and a daring hint of suggestion.
Nikolai's gaze met hers, his eyes shimmering with an unspoken understanding. "As much as I would love to, it would surely cause a scandal," he explained, a trace of longing in his voice. "The guards would bow, and the questions would be relentless."
Aviana felt a bittersweet mixture of anticipation and longing as Nikolai took her hand again, delicately grazing his lips against her knuckles. “But I would like to see you again.” Her heart skipped a beat, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She found herself nodding, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "Good," he murmured, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I will find a way to send word to you, Aviana. Until then, stay safe."
With a surge of courage, Aviana let her instincts guide her, and she leaned in to kiss Nikolai's cheek. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth, leaving a lingering warmth that sent shivers down her spine. It was a daring move, driven by her growing desire and their unspoken tension. The surprise in Nikolai's eyes was quickly replaced by a flicker of pleasure, mirroring the sparks of electricity courting through Aviana's veins. "Good night," she whispered, her voice tinged with satisfaction and anticipation.
"Good night," he echoed, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. Their hands, once intertwined, were now released, and a brief moment of longing passed between them. Aviana watched as Nikolai began to walk away, his cloak swaying with each purposeful step, his regal stature a captivating sight to behold.
Aviana was left standing in the wake of their encounter as he disappeared into the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest. The air crackled with a newfound tension, a promise of what could be if they were to cross paths again.
With a gentle smile on her lips, Aviana turned and continued her journey back to her quarters, her mind swirling with thoughts of Nikolai.