*Spoiler* This story happens POST Inheritance, so... yeah, if you don't want to have some important details, don't read. I'll be switching between Arya's POV, and Eragon's. Focused on ExA.
Arya's POV:
She preferred summer and spring.
Yes.
The sun gently warming her skin, the beautiful sunsets, the sweet temperature...
She liked summer and spring.
Arya sighed, looking at the snow falling by the window.
Of course, the Nature knew why she chose those 4 seasons, and the Elves believed in the Nature.
But...
They were all out, dancing in the snow, kissing under mistletoe.
Arya said gently Firnen's voice in her head.
Yes, Firnen? she asked.
It's the first time you have some time to rest, forget about your duties, stop feeling sad, and go to sleep.
No, I cannot. If I don't finish reading those messages from Nasuada, I won't be able to decide whatever she requires.
Forget about Nasuada, repeated Firnen with his calm voice, and go get some rest, it will be good for you to be alone with your thoughts a moment, since you're Queen, you cannot think about what is happening in your own life. So go, I'll watch over.
She sighed. She couldn't say no. Just because he was right: she was exhausted.
Leaving the work room, she went to her own chamber, in the center of Tialdari Hall.
The atmosphere was cold.
She went slowly in her bed, and laid down.
Closing her eyes, she wished that Firnen could enter in her room.
I know you're unhappy, he said, and I know why, but you've got to be strong. You've got to wait.
Wait for what, Firnen? I've waited all my life for things that never happened.
You got to wait for that day, when you'll finally be able to leave the elves, and to be who you were again.
It's not so easy. I'm not the same person. Do you really think that, just with abdicating the throne, I'll restart laughing and dancing? I'll restart living? I don't think so.
Well, when you had a goal, when you had to defend your people against Galbatorix, even if you were shaken by Faolin's death, you were still yourself. At least with Eragon.
Eragon makes me feel different. That's the only reason. It's not me. It's him.
She heard him roaring in the sky.
You know what I mean, he finally growled.
Yes, I do, she smiled.
People are wondering about you having a mate, he noticed.
You know what? What about me having some rest?
Alright, alright. I love you.
And I you, Firnen.
He removed his mind from hers, letting her think about all that he said.
Suddenly, tears in her eyes appeared.
She was so lonely...
Without family, without friend, without anything.
Just Firnen, and her.
And on top of that, she knew everything she wanted to have was merged in a single person.
So far away from here.
He was her friend.
He was her battle partner.
And he could have been her family. If only...
She chased her tears, and grabbed her bed clothes with so much strength that her hands turned pale.
Why?
Why did he have this affect on her?
She had lost so many cherished people: Evandar, Faolin, Oromis, Islanzadi.
She wanted to see them again but never – ever- she felt that horrible feeling of being deserted.
It's just because he's still alive, she thought.
But in another way, she was glad for him.
He was happy, with his pupils, and Saphira.
He was teaching, learning.
He had to be happy.
Anger took her.
He had to be happy!
She wouldn't have let go on him, and felt so bad for so long if he wasn't happy.
She felt unarmed. Unprotected.
And she wanted to be with only one person at that moment.
And this person was far away from her.
Yes.
She hated winter.
Okay, this is the end of the first chapter! I'm really new to FanFiction, so I don't really know how chapter-system works, is it the same with .DocX than with .Story ? However, I'll try to settle it and... please R&R!
