Last Time
"I heard from your Nurse Maid you spoke earlier with your father. Was it with regards to this?" Celeste asked.
Midna shook her head. "Actually, he has kept it to himself. I'm curious to know why he's summoned everyone so early this morning…"
As if to answer everyone's thoughts, his Majesty approached the railing of the steps and looked out across the crowd of people. With a single raise of his hand, the entire room quieted, and all eyes turned to him. "I would like to thank all of you for gathering. As you know, my daughter's nineteenth birthday is quickly approaching, and with much thought concerning such a celebratory day, I have decided to hold a competition within the week's end."
A chorus of cheers resounded within the room, the remainder clapping at the wonderful idea.
"Any man may enter this competition," The King replied. "It does not matter what blood you may have. The competition will mainly be focused on skill, swordsmanship and magic. Certainly, I would like to see many of you compete, especially new trainees. It will not only be a test of skill, but it will be a chance to prove yourself and achieve even greater success. To the victor, you will be granted a single wish on the night of the Royal Ball. It may be anything as long as I approve, be it land, be it status, wealth, or … the hand of my daughter."
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The Main hall resounded into elated cheers, the throng of servants, and Knights raising their fists high in celebration of the upcoming tournament. There was great approval in the eyes of many, everyone except that of the Council and Midna herself.
Upon her father's unexpected declaration, Midna visibly paled, her hands clenching angrily at the black material of her gown. Certainly, she hadn't heard wrong? Marriage? A tournament for her offered hand?
Noticing the Princess's discomfort, Celeste grasped her hands, noticing her friend's entire form shake from the news. "Midna…"
Although she and her father often discussed the prospects of marriage, she didn't anticipate he'd bring it up in such a manner, especially without any previous notice. The very thought of settling down and bearing a child for the sake of continuing the Royal bloodline was the furthest thing from the forefront of her mind. She trusted her father to remain true to his words long ago, that she'd wed when she felt the time was necessary, and right now was not the time.
"Midna?" Celeste murmured, hoping to garner her attention, but it seemed the Princess was lost in thought, and not knowing what else to do, especially since the King was still conversating with the people gathered around, she pulled the Princess away from the balcony, away from the many watchful eyes in the room.
Following Celeste to the furthest area of the room, she stood beside her friend nearest the glass windows and dark curtains and torches. No longer clutching her gown tightly, she stared into the eyes of her friend. "I won't forgive him for this…"
"I'm sorry…"
"Why are you apologizing?" She asked, pulling away from her friend's comforting hold, preferring to cross her arms over her chest ignorantly. "You're not at fault, Celeste. My father and I have discussed this in the past, and he swore to let me decide when the time felt right. It's too soon…"
"Maybe … it won't happen? After all, he did mention other things besides your hand."
Midna waved her words away. "No. Who in their right mind would turn away from such an opportunity? To become part of the Royal Family? No one..."
"I'm sorry…"
"Stop apologizing. You're beginning to irritate me…" She voiced.
Understanding her anger, Celeste remained silent, her eyes looking away from her friend to the King ahead, his back still turned and his voice echoing off the walls.
Feeling slightly guilty for talking to Celeste in such a way, Midna turned away from her, her hands at her sides before looking over her shoulder briefly at the girl. "I'm sorry. I think I'll return to my room…" The last thing she wanted was to lash out at others, and preferring to hold her tongue, she started away from Celeste.
"I'll come with yo—"
Pausing briefly, she glanced back, offering a weak smile. "Sorry … but I'd rather be alone for now." With that said, she left, leaving Celeste standing worryingly behind until the Princess disappeared from sight, her Nurse Maid quickly following after in confusion.
Sighing, Celeste returned to her spot beside the King, and after a few minutes, he ended his speech to the room, turning curiously towards Celeste upon noticing the disappearance of his daughter. Seeing his displeasure and confusion, she offered a slight bow to his Majesty. "She wasn't feeling too well and retired to her room, Your Majesty."
He only nodded, turning to stare at his people below him talking animatedly about the upcoming tournament. "She'll be nineteen soon, a promising age to marry. Midna's stubbornly tried avoiding the issue, but as I am growing older, it's time she begins taking responsibility for the future…"
Celeste nodded. There was no escaping this, and it seemed her father was determined to marry her off to secure the bloodline. Just anticipating her return to Midna's room left her feeling slightly nervous; she was sure she'd not hear the end of what took place this afternoon.
"I expect to see my daughter appear during the tournament. I'll not take too kindly if she is missing. Be sure to tell her that," He replied, patting Celeste's shoulder before turning away.
Another sigh escaped her. Since the meeting ended a lot quicker than she anticipated, Celeste made her way down the carpeted stairs, her feet carrying her through the crowd of rumbustious people. Since Midna preferred some time alone, Celeste's gaze traveled the room, looking to conversate with a familiar face.
Upon noticing her mother, a short distance away, conversing with the maids, she quickened her steps. It'd been a few days since she last spent time with her mother, and believing she finally had the chance to speak with her, she raised her hand in the crowd, hoping to capture her attention. Unexpectedly, however, she was grasped by her elbow, and startled, she turned, her cerulean gaze widening at the form of a tall man dressed in black armor behind her. "Jo-Ho?"
Wavy vermillion locks flowed down his midback, a few strands framing his fine jawline. Amber eyes sparkled at the sight of her, and he released her elbow, offering a respective bow to the young woman. "Celeste. It's been some time. How have you faired?"
Returning the bow, she smiled politely at the taller man, who was a few years older than her. Among the knights of Twilight, he was a very boisterous man, one who climbed to the top of his class, and it was no secret he was smitten with her; in fact, he made it pretty obvious since their first meeting years ago. "I've been well. And you?" She asked, folding her hands in front of her, watching as he scratched his neck nervously in front of her.
"Just as well. Will you be attending the day of the competition?" He couldn't help but ask, biting his lip slightly as he took in her form.
Sweat dropping, Celeste only nodded. "If the Princess attends, then I will as well…" She replied. "I take it, you are participating?"
"Of course!" He exclaimed confidently, his full lips widening with anticipation. There was a certain sparkle in his gaze, one which spoke of the joys of competing with others, gaining fame and recognition, and he hoped to better himself, not only in status but in name of his family. "What knight wouldn't? This is the chance of a lifetime. After so many years of training, I can finally put my skills to the test."
She nodded. It was no surprise to her, after all, he was the type who always sought recognition from others. In the past, she often stumbled upon the training grounds outside the palace, and she'd seen him practicing his swordsmanship and magic on her outings with the Princess; he performed well, but he was also prone to getting into reckless quarrels, something which didn't truly interest her. "If you win, what will you wish for?"
"Well," He began, smirking at her sudden interest. "The King said I could have anything I desired, but I will keep that a secret. If I win, that is…" He replied, laughing suddenly, though she only nodded in return.
"I wish you the best of luck, Jo-Ho," She replied sweetly, her eyes drifting away from him and towards the location she last saw her mother. To her relief, she noticed her mother talking animatedly with the Royal Adviser, and feeling her cheeks flush, she returned her gaze to Jo-Ho, bowing respectively once more. "If you will excuse me…"
"Sure," He replied, watching her walk off before suddenly getting swarmed by his fellow men from behind, teasing him and smiling as the white-haired girl sauntered off.
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Jotting down his notes into his tome, Zant nodded towards the shorter woman. Since there was much to prepare for the upcoming competition, he was tasked with informing those of the Kitchen the required meals which the King expected served the night of the Royal Ball. Previously, the King brought up the matter concerning Midna's approaching birthday, and since he hoped to make it a joyous day, Zant proposed the entire event in honor of the Princess. Since the King was growing much older, he believed it would become a perfect opportunity to find a suited betrothal and ease the King's troubled thoughts concerning the future of Twilight.
Sophia's eyes stared transfixed onto the long rolled up parchment containing the list of ingredients, meals and desserts needed for the big feast within three days. "I see…"
"I do hope it won't be any trouble…" Zant replied, closing his tome and sheathing it into his cloak.
"Oh, no trouble at all!" The older woman quickly replied, holding the parchment securely against her chest before bowing to him. "I'll be sure our girls have everything ready then."
"Very well. I trust you will do an excellent job as always," He replied. Upon noticing someone approaching from his peripheral vision, he shifted his crimson gaze, noticing a fair-haired maiden suddenly beside him. "Celeste," He greeted with a tilt of his head.
Blushing from his acknowledgment, she offered him a deep bow before moving to her mother's side. "Lord Zant…" She nervously replied. "Hello…" Shifting her gaze away from him briefly, she turned to her mother and enveloped her in warm embrace. "Mother. It's been a while."
Returning the hug, her mother patted her daughter on the back. "It's only been a few days, Celeste. But I'm glad to see you. Have you been doing well?"
Pulling away, Celeste nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes. Just the usual, really. And you? I hope you haven't been overworking yourself in the Kitchens…"
Sophia waved her concern away. "It's fine. I was just discussing with Zant the meal preparations for the Royal Ball."
Noticing the large list in her mother's hand, Celeste's gaze shifted to Zant, and she once again felt nervous under his watchful stare. "Oh … I see…"
"I do not want to keep you," He began, nodding his head before turning, but upon noticing her daughter's troubled expression, Sophia stopped him.
"Actually, it seems my daughter has something she wishes to speak with you about, Lord Zant," Sophia voiced suddenly, causing Zant to pause in his tracks and Celeste's face to redden further in embarrassment. Smiling at the obvious tension between the two, she smiled at her daughter. "I'm actually a bit busy at the moment, my dear, but let's talk together later, alright?"
Understanding, Celeste hugged her mother once more, and though it was brief, she smiled at the warmth of her mother's hands stroking her hair. Pulling away, she waved goodbye to her mother and turned timidly towards the Royal Adviser standing before her. Tucking another strand of hair behind her ear, she twiddled her fingers in front of her, her gaze looking away briefly at the floor. "I'm looking forward to the party…"
"Quite so," He replied, somewhat indifferently.
Biting her lip out of nervousness, she stepped closer, finding the distance between them quite awkward. "All of the young men will be competing. Will you also?"
Upon her question, he chuckled. "I am merely the King's Adviser. I have no place or reasoning to enter such a competition."
"Not even if it means you gain a favor from the King himself?" She inquired, canting her head curiously at him.
Once more, he chuckled, and waved his hand for her to follow him through the crowd. Once through and out the double doors, the two-walked side by side down the empty halls, the sounds of their footsteps clicking upon the alabaster floor. "It does not interest me."
She nodded, her hands folded in front of her, her eyes looking ahead. "Forgive me for asking, Lord Zant…"
Shifting his gaze to her, he noticed her worried expression, her fingers twiddling like usual and the sight brought him certain amusement. The girl was always worrying about something. "We've gone through this before, Celeste. It is quite alright for you to call me by my name without honorifics."
A blush swept her cheeks, and she once more nodded. Somehow it just seemed strange, calling him by his name without Lord in front of it. It seemed too familiar, but then again, she'd known him for years, since she was just a little girl. Certainly, it would seem rude, especially in front of others, but maybe, if it was just the two of them, it would be alright.
He chuckled at her expression. "You so easily blush…"
Hearing this, she quickly covered her cheeks, her eyes wide as she looked at him. Was she really red? "I'm sorry … Zant…" She stammered, though she only felt her face grow hotter, thus bringing another chuckle from him.
"It's quite alright. I find you rather charming, Celeste," He replied, flashing her a kind smile. Even though she was the Princess's companion, someone who often accompanied her Highness every step of the way, it was nice having her for company once in a while, and it certainly eased his stressful days.
As they rounded the hall, climbing up a long staircase, the two fell into a comfortable silence. Whether or not he was busy, it seemed he wasn't against her accompanying him. From time to time, she couldn't help but let her gaze travel towards him, admiring his beautiful face, his stern but gentle crimson eyes and his overall youthfulness. For someone who was thirty years old, he honestly didn't look it. He was beautiful.
After climbing the stairs, they found themselves walking down the opposite hall, one which she wasn't used to traveling during her years in the palace. As she followed beside Zant, her eyes taking in her surroundings, they eventually arrived upon a closed door.
"I hope you weren't busy…"
"Not quite," He replied, retrieving a key from his pocket.
"Well if it's not too much…" Celeste began, twiddling her fingers. At the sound of the door being unlocked, she curiously looked up from her musings, and watched as Zant turned the knob of the door, the darkness within the room greeting them suddenly.
Candlelight suddenly flickered within the room at his entrance, and beckoning her inside, she sauntered within, the door closing behind her. The room was smaller than her own and Midna's, and as she looked around, following the blue flames from the candles situated throughout the room, she noticed many bookcases with hundreds of tomes settled neatly on the shelves, a large desk filled with numerous parchments, ink and opened books. A single bed was positioned at the farthest side of the room, and three large window panes greeted her from behind his desk, the sunlight peering in just faintly.
"What's this place?" She asked.
"My private study," He answered, moving to clean off his desk. "Forgive the mess, I don't often have company."
Private study? As in… Her gaze shifted back to his bed a short distance away and quickly covering her mouth, she gasped in surprise. She hadn't meant to follow him to his quarters, and already feeling the heat rise to her face, she quickly bowed apologetically to him, though he only blinked in return. "I didn't realize. I'm so sorry…" Being in a man's bedroom was certainly improper, and in broad daylight, what was she thinking?
It took him a moment to understand her flustered embarrassment, but when he caught on, he only shook his head, smirking at the thought and her humorous expression. "It's alright. No harm has been dealt, but we can keep it our little secret," He replied, chuckling at the situation before leaning himself against his desk. With one eye closed, he placed a single finger to his lips, his smile stretching upon her blush. "You know how the maids like to gossip."
Understanding, Celeste nodded and relaxed a bit, but being in the same room with him and alone, certainly made her nervous. Then again, Zant didn't seem like the type to approach women with inappropriate intentions.
"You needn't be shy. I won't bite," He teased.
"Of course!" She replied, quickly bowing once more before turning to look around the room. "I've never seen these kinds of books before. What are they about?" She asked, approaching one of the shelves before touching the bindings.
"You are curious?" He inquired. "Sorcery, magic, of anything you could possibly imagine."
Upon remembering something from her childhood, Celeste giggled. "When I was younger, I tried to learn magic from Midna. I could never get the hang of it. If I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure I set something on fire…"
Unexpectedly, he threw his head back, his shoulders trembling before howling with laughter. "Oh, I remember that day. You set the King's banner aflame. And on his birthday, might I add," He replied, grinning at the memory.
At this, she covered her mouth. Well she remembered setting something on fire, but since she was so young at the time, she only remembered bits. "Oh gosh … don't remind me. The maids were so furious and mother scolded me so badly…"
Crossing his arms, he arched a brow. "Really now? What was your punishment?"
Celeste shivered in recollection. Now that was something she really didn't want to bring up. Sometimes, her caring mother could be scary, and she certainly didn't wish to be the target of laughter, especially by Zant any further this afternoon. "Can we change topic?" She asked, sweat dropping.
He nodded, though he could only imagine what she went through as a child. "Of course. Actually, I was going to ask … but would you like to join me for a cup of tea, since I have some time to spare?" He asked.
Surprised he asked, she nodded. "Sure. I don't mind."
Delighted by her answer, he was suddenly aware of a knock at his door, and as Celeste turned unexpectedly at the noise, startled, Zant moved away from his desk. "Right on time. I asked the maids to bring tea a short while ago," He replied, approaching the door.
Nearly petrified at the thought of being seen, and alone with him, Celeste quickly darted across the room, concealing herself easily enough behind the curtains. The last thing she wanted was rumors circulating around the palace, rumors which would certainly put Midna and her mother in a predicament.
Opening the door, he greeted the maid, a large tray in hand with a porcelain kettle and two teacups settled carefully atop. "Always on time, I see. It's appreciated."
She offered a curtesy. "Would you like me to prepare it for you?"
"No. I'm capable of doing it myself. Thank you," He replied, taking the tray from her outstretched hands before closing the door behind him, locking it easily enough. Grateful it arrived on time, he turned back towards the room, but on account of someone missing, he paused, his eyes searching the room curiously. "Celeste? The tea is here," He replied.
When no answer returned, he approached his desk, setting the tray down before allowing his eyes to search his room. The unexpected knock probably frightened her, and understanding entirely, he couldn't help but smile. As he turned once more, he noticed a pair of slippered feet peeking out from behind the curtains behind his desk, and putting two and two together, he stepped around the desk slowly.
One step away from her, he grasped the curtain and pulled it away. For a moment, he simply stared at her, her small hands covered over her eyes, and he leaned in. "Celeste," He whispered, taking her wrists and pulling them away from her face. "Should I ask why it is you're hiding behind my curtains?" He teased, smirking at her flushed and startled expression.
With her breath caught in her throat, his face very near her own, she breathed in his musky scent, the smell overwhelming and intoxicating, so much so, she felt her nervousness heighten and her legs tremble. He was so close to her. "I … it would look improper … if someone saw us … they might misunderstand …" She stammered, her eyes locked with his briefly before looking away. Practically cornered against the window, she felt his breath fan her face, and it was so difficult for her to breathe. "I don't … wish to cause problems for you…" Celeste murmured.
"As I said before," He softly replied. "we will keep this our little secret."
"You're … so close…" She breathlessly replied, her eyes half closed as she looked at him.
Zant arched a brow, his hands still firmly holding her wrists, as he stared at her. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that…" He replied, leaning in closer, his eyes falling onto her small lips.
Realization suddenly struck her, and feeling entirely flustered, she pulled away from Zant, and turned her head to the side, her hands covering her face in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.
Seeing this, he regained his normal posture, smiling at her reaction before turning away as well, this time back to the desk where he set the tray of tea. 'Charming indeed…' He thought, finding the young girl rather amusing as he poured the sweet-smelling liquid into the two cups.
Attempting to recollect herself, her heart hammering loudly in her ears, her face hot from his abrupt nearness mere moments ago, Celeste steadied her breathing. It was almost as if he was about to kiss her, and feeling slightly troubled by her thoughts, she shook her head and approached his desk, taking a seat in an offered chair beside him.
"Here you are," He offered her the cup, and she took it, thanking him before breathing in the sweet aroma.
It smelled lovely. It took her a few moments more to steady her breathing, and when she did, she took a sip of the tea, swallowing the contents before humming in approval. Setting the cup down, she cleared her throat and shifted her gaze towards him, though he seemed distracted by his own thoughts. "So … about the competition…" She replied, earning his attention suddenly.
"Yes?"
"Are you sure the thought of entering hasn't crossed your mind? I'm sure you would take first place. You are very skilled," Celeste replied quite confident in his abilities.
Setting his cup down, he only chuckled, before interlocking his fingers, elbows on the table with his chin resting against his hands, a noticeable smile gracing his lips. "Perhaps in magic … hand to hand combat is a different matter," He replied. "I wouldn't stand a chance against a trained knight."
"Oh, I don't think so. I think you would do well on your own," She insisted, smiling at the thought.
"You have such faith in me. Would you be disappointed if I didn't compete?" He asked, before reaching for his cup once more.
Her blush remained and she nodded. "I mean … I'm just curious … the thought of seeing you compete … would be…" She couldn't help but twiddle her fingers upon the smooth surface of the desk before biting her lip. "exciting."
Caught off guard mid-sip, he lowered his cup, his eyes widening at her words. "Exciting? Celeste … are you excited to see me compete?" He asked. "Would you really want to see me out there with a bunch of sweaty men fighting for glory?"
The thought of seeing such a scene weighed heavily on her mind, furthering her blush a deeper crimson, so much so, she didn't hear Zant's question.
Not receiving an answer, he only sweat dropped. 'I believe I just lost her…' He thought before smiling to himself. "Celeste? I believe your mind has wandered off to a dangerous place. What exactly are you thinking about that has led your thoughts astray?"
Lifting her head at this, she only shook her head from side to side, her lips curving into a smile. "N-nothing!"
"I'm only teasing you," He laughed, turning his face into the right side of his hand, his shoulders trembling. She was such an amusing girl, especially at this very moment, and he couldn't help but lose himself in laughter. After a brief moment, he regained his composure. "I don't believe I've laughed so hard in such a long time. Whatever man takes your hand to wed, will truly never be bored," He replied.
Smiling at this, she reached for her cup of tea once more and sipped its contents. The mere fact she could make him laugh so easily excited her, and she realized she preferred his smiling face more so than his frown. While most would find his company dull, she found it just the opposite.
"If you don't mind me asking such a bold question," Zant began, his face a bit more serious than before.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Do you happen to have any suitors?" He inquired, curiously.
At the unexpected question, the cup slipped from her fingers and clattered across the desk, its contents spilled against the surface and her gown just beneath her breasts. Entirely mortified, she quickly stood up and bowed apologetically to him for her clumsiness. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make a mess!"
On his feet in an instant, he offered her a handkerchief. "Are you alright? Are you burned?"
Celeste shook her head. "I'm fine … It's not alright. My mother will be greatly displeased…" She replied. "I'm sorry for the mess."
"It's alright. A simple accident," He replied, cleaning up the mess on the desk. Had his question startled her so much she dropped the cup? He hadn't meant for that to happen, and he hoped his question hadn't troubled her thoughts.
Feeling the heat rise to her face, the longer she stood before him with a soiled gown, she once again lowered herself into an apologetic bow. "I must hurry and change, or else the stain will set in," She replied hurriedly. "Thank you for the tea, and again, I'm really sorry." Quickly turning away from him, despite his outstretched hand to stop her, Celeste hurried to the door, but to her dismay, it was locked. Why was it locked? Of all times to be locked, why did it have to be now?
"Allow me, Celeste," Zant offered, removing his key from his cloak before unlocking the door easily enough and pulling it open for her to exit. He locked it simply because he didn't want anyone to walk in and come to a misunderstanding, but he realized it only made the situation more uncomfortable for her.
In a flash, she was out the door and down the hall, before he could say one final word to her. At her retreat, Zant stepped back into his study and closed the door behind him before releasing an exhausted sigh, his hand rubbing his temples achingly. Judging by her response, it was clear there was no suitor looking to wed her. A smile stretched across his face, remembering her humorous reaction moments ago. 'That wasn't the reaction I was expecting…' He chuckled before thinking about her earlier questions about entering the competition. "Perhaps … I'll put some thought into it…"
Ψ
Quickly shutting the door to her room, Celeste leaned back against it, her heart thumping loudly. The entire situation between her and Zant moments ago left her entirely flustered and recalling his interest in whether or not she had a suitor only furthered her embarrassment. If she hadn't dropped her tea, she could have answered him sincerely, but her own clumsiness got the better of her.
"What's wrong with me?" She asked herself. "Why can't I simply act normal around him?" She understood she liked him, but her nervousness to act proper when near him was becoming an issue. By now, she was certain he probably understood her feelings, which left her feeling entirely displeased with the situation.
Glancing down at her gown, she regarded the large brown stain just beneath her breasts, and sighing, she hurriedly crossed her room and entered into her private bathroom.
From there, she soaked the gown in a bucket of cold water, rubbing at the stain gently while knelt beside the tub. When the stain failed to remove itself entirely from the dress, she released a troubled sigh and wrung her dress dry before returning back to her bedroom. After donning herself in another gown, similar to her last but in a green color, she stepped out of her bedroom and made her way through the halls, her eyes focused upon the alabaster floor which each step.
Not long after, Celeste found herself in the gardens, crossing under the trellis before entering into a door in the wall where the servant's quarters resided. Making her way down the halls, she eventually entered into the main room, her mother within tending to her chores.
Upon noticing her daughter, Sophia turned and smiled. "I didn't expect to see you so soon," She replied, wiping her hands on her apron. Seeing the dress she wore earlier wet and folded in her arms, she frowned. "Is everything alright? What happened to your gown?"
"I accidentally spilled tea on it," She confessed, smiling weakly. "I was hoping you could help me remove the stain."
Sophia laughed. "As graceful as you appear, you still surprise me with your clumsiness. Just give me a moment, my dear," She replied before crossing the room to gather the necessities to remove the stain properly. Judging by her daughter's dress, it seemed she attempted to soak it in water, but the stain must have settled in deeper. It was one of her favorite dresses, so she understood her daughter's dismay.
Returning to Celeste's side, she beckoned for her daughter to follow her, and as they left the room, walking down the halls side by side, they eventually arrived outside in the gardens. From there, her mother worked vigorously at removing the stain, with Celeste standing beside her admiring the Twilight buds growing over the palace walls.
"Did you hear?" Someone asked from behind Celeste and Sophia. "Jo-Ho is training fairly hard right now."
"I saw him as well. Such a strapping young man … I never realized how broad his shoulders were," The other girl gushed, her hands fanning her face from the mere thought of him.
Hearing their loud voices from outside the main palace doors, Celeste and Sophia briefly acknowledged them. They were the King's maids, two very beautiful girls around the same age as Celeste, their hair pulled back in high braids, their length just at their shoulders.
"You know, he's at the top of his class right now."
"I heard he's going to enter. I'm excited to see his performance. I'm pretty sure he might win first place at the tournament."
The other girl nodded. "Just think … he might become our next King…"
"I'm not sure…"
"Huh? Why, do you think he'll turn down such an offer?"
Humming softly, her amber eyes shifted towards Celeste's direction before leaning into her friend's ear. "Actually, you know how smitten he is with her, right?"
Following her gaze, she blinked at Celeste, and covered her mouth in surprise. "Oh, the Princess's companion? Are they together?"
"Not that I know, but it's no secret he hopes to take her hand. I was at the training ground recently and overheard the men talking amongst themselves, and they kept mentioning Celeste's name to Jo-Ho and the prospects of marriage. There's a great chance he might propose that night."
Her friend's eyes sparkled at the thought. "How romantic. But even so … does that mean she'll marry before the Princess?"
Celeste frowned at their words, watching from the corner of her eyes as the two girls disappeared into the palace before kneeling beside her mother who was still vigorously working out the stain in her gown.
"Do not let their words upset you, Celeste," Her mother replied softly.
"But what if he does ask for my hand? Mother, I don't wish to marry him…" She replied, touching the black blades of grass at her feet.
"Jo-Ho isn't a bad catch. He comes from a well to do family, son of the Royal Guard, and he is quite skilled, a favorite of the King's not to mention," Sophia replied, her eyes sparkling at the mere thought of such a man finding interest in her daughter. Though, as she looked beside her, her daughter's frown only deepening, she sighed. "But it seems your feelings lie elsewhere … Zant in particular."
She blushed and looked at her in surprise. "Mother…"
"Now Celeste, don't try to hide it from me. It's no secret your childhood crush has developed into something much more."
"Is it that obvious?" She asked.
"As clear as the blush across your face, my dear."
Embarrassed that even her mother had found out, she covered her cheeks, trying her hardest not to smile. "It's times like this I dislike my complexion…" She pouted before releasing a sigh. "Mother, I have something I must confess…"
"Hm?"
Looking around the gardens quickly, careful there were no other ears around to eavesdrop, she leaned into her mother's ear. "I was with Zant a short while ago … and he asked if I had any suitors…"
Hearing this, her mother's face alit with surprise, and a wide smile stretched across her face. To have a man ask such a bold question to a woman was indeed great news, and certainly meant he held interest in her daughter. "Do you know what this means, my dear?"
Celeste nodded. "I think … then again, maybe I'm overthinking it," She replied, sighing once more. "Mother, I made a complete fool of myself. I spilled tea all over my gown when he asked me, and what's more, I tried to run away but the door was locked and—" She couldn't help but feel tears well up in her vision.
Her mother sweat dropped. "Why was the door locked?"
"But I couldn't open the door. He had to open it for me. And then I ran out of the room. Mother … I made a fool of myself, and I didn't have the chance to answer him," She replied, her words coming out fast, despite her oncoming tears. "Mother, what if he thinks I'm not interested? What if I ruined it? What if he was going to—"
Upon seeing her daughter's distress, she released the gown and held Celeste close to her, patting her back gently, a smile stretched across her face. Her daughter was always worrying about the smallest things. "Alright, alright, calm down my dear. It's not that bad…"
"Mother, you weren't there. I even hid behind the curtains…" She shamefully replied, covering her eyes at the memory.
She blinked. "I'm getting confused now. Why don't you tell me everything, and slowly?"
Sniffling back her tears, she nodded, and leaned her head against her mother's shoulders. Despite her embarrassment, she felt comfortable telling her mother everything, especially since it distressed her so much. "Well … after you left…"
Ψ
What was once a serene dream filled with pleasant memories and interactions between the familiar faces of Twili, Celeste's dream took on a more frightful one. The velvet skies of Twilight suddenly distorted, her mother's warmth slipping from her grasp as she found herself falling through an endless void of bright lights, and yet, the gravity in the situation felt slower, but a palpable fear crept within her.
Cold hands slithered around her small body, the feeling of clawed talons scraping against her skin, drawing a small collection of blood, frightened her, and feeling a sense of helplessness cloud her, she found herself trapped in the clutches of a terrifying creature.
Numerous black insect legs slithered within the void, it's length abnormally long as it encompassed her. With it, a husky feminine voice whispered into her ear, the sound alone sending chills throughout her entire body. Something told her to run, to flee from the situation, but she was frozen in fear, still falling through the endless void of uncertainty.
It was neither beast nor human, of that she was sure, but as she looked over her shoulder, it's large beaded eyes staring through her, Celeste fell into its hypnotic stare, its once porcelain skin shedding before her very eyes into a more grotesque appearance of red blotchy flesh. Its mouth opened, revealing a tendril of long and sharp fangs which threatened to pierce through her, eyes as dark as coal suddenly red with hunger.
"You have it, don't you? Give it to me!" Its voice shrieked menacingly.
What? Have what? What was that thing?
The unidentifiable lights which encompassed her suddenly faded, her weightlessness suddenly less noticeable as she found herself on her hands and knees within a small enclosed space. Dirt and bones greeted her and paling at the sight of dead remains just before her fingers, Celeste quickly pressed herself up against the dirt walls of the hole she found herself within. The creature which had snaked itself around here mere seconds before was no longer there, and though she felt thankful for its disappearance, doubt clung heavily on her mind.
Where was this? What was going on?
A sky of blue greeted her from above, vines and moss growing upon the walls encompassing her. Blue Skies? They were not the skies of Twilight, but if so, then what was this dream?
Before she could reach out for the vines and climb the walls to explore the world above, a porcelain hand stretched out from the darkness and grabbed her, the soil at her feet unexpectedly vanishing beneath her. Falling once more, Celeste no longer felt the weightlessness of gravity, but instead, a fear of plummeting to her death.
Tossing in her discomfort within her bed, sweat perspiring upon her discontented face, Celeste awoke with a start, a silent cry drawing from her lips for only the briefest of moments before she realized it was nothing more than a dream. Silently, she sat there, her sheets in slight disarray as she calmed her quickened heart.
What was that?
Searching the darkness of her room, Celeste's eyes fell upon window nearest her balcony, the dark skies of twilight greeting her. It was still well past evening, and believing she only acquired a few hours of rest, a heavy sigh escaped her.
Ψ
Midna paced her room, her frown grimacing more and more with each step. Since yesterday's happening's regarding the meeting her father held, the subject of her unexpected hand offered as a possible reward for the winner of the competition, certainly displeased her.
There was a knock upon her door, though she refrained from turning from her silent musings to answer, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared at her reflection in the mirror across from her.
"Princess?" Came Ruth's voice from the other side of the door in which she rapped upon. "Princess, please open up. You mustn't abandon your lessons for the afternoon."
Midna scoffed. Attend lessons after what she heard the other night? There was no way she would leave her room. In fact, she planned to rebel against her father and the other servants of the palace. "Go away!"
"Princess, please reconsider."
Midna turned at this, her steps suddenly drawing closer to the large doors before turning the latch and opening it, her towering form hovering slightly taller than her Nurse Maid's. "Tell Zant to cancel the afternoon's lesson. I will not be attending. I do not wish to be disturbed for the remainder of the day."
Ruth frowned at the Princess's irked countenance. "I understand how upset you must feel, Princess, but—"
"You know how I feel?" Midna leaned towards her ever so intimidatingly. "A house maid? You know how I feel? How could someone of your standing know how I am feeling? I don't see you being placed upon a pedestal and offered as a prize and married off to a complete stranger!"
From her outburst, Ruth stepped back, a moment of hesitation gracing her countenance. Despite the fuss so early, she understood the Princess's frustrations were not directed at her, and only wanting to soothe her worries, she remained persistent. "But Princess, understand. Most of the men competing are from the Royal Guard, many of whom you already know and have grown up with. These are fine young men, friendly in fact and who would certainly not disappoint you," She explained, hoping to soothe Midna's worries and anxiety, but the Princess only scowled further. "Princess, your father only wishes the best of yo—"
"Traitor…" Midna's voice was so soft, Ruth almost didn't catch it, but it was the severity in which it was said which stung the Nurse Maid. Seconds after, the door slammed shut, the Princess disappearing before her eyes in an instant, and the familiar sounds of the latch locking. Sighing, she turned on her heels, her feet carrying her down the halls to bring the troubled news to the Royal Adviser.
Ψ
Celeste's feet guided her through the halls early that morning, her countenance somewhat sluggish as she followed the path towards the gardens. Because of last night's dream, she had found it difficult to fall back into slumber, remaining awake most of the night. Even now, her thoughts were plagued by the nightmare, a dream which had felt so real and so terrifying, it left her feeling entirely exposed in a sense. The creature's hands, which had latched onto her within that strange void, felt so real, and when she had fallen, she certainly felt as if she were falling to her death.
"You have it, don't you? Give it to me!"
The voice which had shrieked within her ear had felt so close, and if she hadn't known any better, she would have thought it existed within the darkness of her chamber. It was the first time she had such a dream, one which left her reminiscing every detail.
Eventually, despite her noticeable anxiety, Celeste's feet guided her to the Kitchens, her mother's smile greeting her upon entrance from behind the counter. They enjoyed a well-deserved lunch together, the two caught up in many conversations, most of which distracted her from previous and troubled thoughts. Even the maids, most of which she'd befriended during her childhood, took seats beside them, falling into conversation and laughter, and feeling her troubles fade, Celeste eventually said her goodbyes.
Unfortunately, those thoughts surfaced again, and unable to shake them from her head, Celeste's feet guided her through the courtyard, further from the entrance of the Palace. Absentmindedly, she suddenly stopped, her eyes shifting around her in curiosity.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself. Why was she letting the dream affect her so much?
Turning ever so slightly from her musings, her cerulean eyes fell upon the Training Grounds just below the hill. Her vision took in many Knights clad in their respective armor and training garb fighting amongst themselves in preparation for the upcoming tournament. It was just two days away, and they were training so earnestly, blades in hand, bow and arrows equipped, the targets filled with an assailment of arrows.
Among the throng of young men, she caught the eyes of a particular person, his arm raised suddenly and waving in her direction. Without batting an eyelash, she knew it Jo-Ho, his mane of vermillion wavy hair, broad shoulders and jubilant smile sighting her within moments of her appearance. Surely those gathered near him must have noticed her as well, their heads turned in her general direction, and their knowing smiles flashing towards the young man.
Not wanting to appear rude, she raised her arm, waving her hand in greeting, but not wanting to remain in case he decided to approach her, Celeste quickly turned on her heels. Eventually, she escaped, sure she dodged his encounter smoothly and without any problems.
As her feet guided her back into the palace, her feel carrying down the empty halls, Celeste's eyes fell upon the painted tapestries along the way. Surely, by now, Midna was attending her lessons, and realizing she'd definitely receive some form of light reprimanding, she quickened her pace, but, to her dismay, while her eyes were slightly glued upon the tapestries, she bumped into someone, two people to be exact.
Immediately, her gaze fell, offering a small curtsey in apology, but she froze suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck standing. Familiar dark robes greeted her eyes, the familiar pointed slippers peeking out just beneath, and without having to look up, she knew who they were.
The Council.
Swallowing nervously, she lifted her head, their short beards and stark expressions scowling at her negligence to watch where she was going. "Oh, forgive me Council men…" These two elderly men, despite coming from a long line of other Council men, were responsible for overseeing the safety concerning the citizens of Twilight, and often discussed private affairs regarding politics to his Majesty. In a sense, these men were important to the Kingdom, often at times, even controlling the words and actions of the King.
"Filthy child, watch where you are walking!" One replied, stepping away before patting his robes free of invisible dirt.
"Such disrespect!" Another exclaimed, eyeing the young woman up and down ignorantly. "I don't know why the King even puts up with her, a wretched child born with such a fate!"
The other agreed, scoffing before lifting his nose at her. "To think she is allowed to wander as freely as she pleases…"
Celeste remained silent, her gaze lifting for a brief moment before catching their stern glares. Not again. This wasn't the first she'd run into them during her years growing up in the palace; in fact, they often expressed their discontent with her appearance, often bickering and growling behind her back. "I'm … terribly sorry," She apologized once more, her head lowered respectively, not wanting to create a scene. "I meant no disrespect. It was an honest accident…"
They huffed at her response, shaking their heads disappointedly, the other clicking his tongue in annoyance.
"Accident indeed. The King should have cast you away the moment that maid found you!" One remarked, earning a sudden nod from his companion.
"I agree. The palace's once pristine appearance isn't like it used to be!"
What?
Celeste lifted her head confusedly, her eyes widening at the very remark. The moment that maid found her? What did they mean by that? "Pardon?"
"She really is a pitiful creature. I'm surprised no one has said a word to her."
"I would advise you both to watch your mouths, especially in the presence of the Princess's Companion," A masculine voice resounded from behind the two Council Men.
They flinched at the voice, turning on their heels, their old eyes meeting the King's Royal Adviser, Zant. "Lord Zant. Our apologies," They quickly replied, bending into a short bow to the young man.
"Such disrespect is beneath the both of you, and I can no longer stand here and watch you belittle this young woman," Zant replied, scowling at the old geezers.
"We were simply on our way to meet with the King when this child disrespectfully walked into us," One quickly exclaimed, hoping to appease Zant's misunderstanding.
"We were only telling her to watch herself, nothing more."
He scoffed at this, his crimson eyes glowering in disbelief. "Really? Do not take me so lightly. I do believe I heard the both of you belittling her with accusations regarding her birth. Do not fill her head with such pitiful lies!"
They shared a nervous look, and once more bowed in apology. "Forgive us, Lord Zant! We meant no harm. We were simply…" He trailed off.
"Toying with the child," The other answered.
"Yes, it was only a little harmless fun," His companion nodded fervently.
Zant's arms crossed at this, his eyes wandering their forms with disdain. "If I heard correctly, you were on your way to meet with the King. I suggest you keep walking and if I should hear any more of your fun, I will not hesitate to report the both of you to his Majesty. Do I make myself clear?"
They quickly nodded, bowing once more before turning on their heels and stepping around Celeste. The prospect of being reported truly frightened them, and since Lord Zant was the King's most trusted adviser, they were certain they'd face dire consequences for their actions, especially considering Celeste was like family to the Princess.
"One moment, please."
They paused behind Celeste, their faces paling at Zant's voice.
Approaching Celeste, Zant placed a hand upon her shoulder, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I do believe the two of you are forgetting something."
They turned, ever so slowly, their troubled stares meeting Zant's. "Yes, Lord Zant?" They asked confusedly.
"I believe you owe Lady Celeste an apology," He replied, the change in his voice warning them not to forget.
All at once, they quickly bowed, their expressions contorted into displeased frowns, and their hands clenched so tightly, they were shaking. "Forgive us, Lady Celeste!" They gruffly replied, but without waiting to receive a word from her, they quickly turned on their slippered feet and sauntered away.
With one final look at their retreat, Zant's eyes softened, his gaze falling upon Celeste. "I do apologize about that, Celeste."
"Is what they said true?" She asked, looking into his eyes worryingly. "Is my mother truly not my mother? Is that the reason they call me an omen?"
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, a deep frown marring upon his countenance. Those fools. How could they act so cruel to speak such negative thoughts aloud? Once this was over, he would definitely confront them, and the thought of discussing the matter with his Majesty certainly tempted him.
Reaching down, he took her hand into his, patting it with the other. "Your mother is your mother, Celeste. Pay no attention to their words. They are old fools stuck in their old ways. Just because you were born different does not make you an omen," He replied, hoping his words would comfort her frown. "It just means our people are evolving and changing, and you, my dear, are the fruition of such change."
She blinked, her head canted to the side confusedly. "Fruition?"
Zant nodded. "Yes. You are the image of such change and great beauty, might I add."
Despite the questions surfacing with regards to her birth and her mother, Zant's words comforted her, and she smiled, her looking away in embarrassment. "Your compliments are too much…"
"But my words are truth, Celeste," He replied, smiling softly before releasing her hand. When he noticed she refused to meet his gaze, he lifted her chin, her cerulean eyes widening upon his touch. "Do not let others say otherwise. You are smart, beautiful and far more intelligent than the fools whom I call my peers."
She nodded.
For a moment, he watched her, his hands at his sides, wondering if she was truly alright after having such an encounter with the old geezers. When he realized he was staring too long, her countenance entirely flustered, he stepped away, clearing his throat. "Other than that, I've been informed the Princess will not be attending lessons this afternoon, due to personal reasons," He replied.
"Really?" She asked, looking up at this. Recalling yesterday's meeting, she bit her lip nervously. Midna was probably still upset and most likely locked in her room again. "It must be because of what happened yesterday…"
"Indeed," He nodded, sighing.
"Maybe I should go and see her," She mused aloud.
"It might be best to give her a little space. After all, the Princess is certainly not one to trifle with, especially in her current state, at least, that's what her Nurse Maid informed me," Zant replied.
"I see…"
A thought came to mind, one which left Zant recalling yesterday's events in his study. "Actually, since this has happened, I have no choice but to cancel lessons for this afternoon. Celeste, what are your plans right now?"
"Nothing now…" She replied, noticing a smirk appear upon face suddenly. "Why do you—"
"Perfect," He interrupted, placing a hand upon her shoulder gently. "Why don't you join me for a cup of tea. We can continue our conversation from yesterday."
Celeste blushed. Continue their conversation? After what happened with the tea spilling? A nervous feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, and she had every notion to turn around and run back to her room, but he suddenly stepped behind her, pushing her lightly upon her back. "Oh … but … but…"
"Great, let's be on our way," He chuckled, pushing her lightly ahead of him down the halls.
Ψ
They arrived faster than she anticipated, the familiar dark room of his study greeting her upon entry, and the sound of Zant closing and locking the door behind him did not go unnoticed. Celeste swallowed nervously, standing amidst the middle of the room awkwardly, her eyes following Zant's form as he strayed past her and towards the plush cream sofas before her.
"Please, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable," He insisted, removing a few tomes from the glass countertop of the table in front of the sofas before returning them to their rightful place on the shelves near his desk.
Seating herself on the sofa, Celeste couldn't help but admire the sudden cleanliness of his study, the room more immaculate than she first remembered. Perhaps he anticipated her visit and had it cleaned prior to her arrival.
The hearth nearest his bed was alit with blue flames, warming the room nicely. As she leaned against the soft cushions, she watched Zant from the corner of her eye, his tall and lean form leaning over his desk before picking up a tray and a steaming kettle of what she only assumed was tea. Before long, he returned to her side, setting the tray down gently before handing her a porcelain cup.
Accepting it, and careful not to spill it, she breathed in the aroma. It smelled lovely and a little spicy but was still a bit too hot to taste. Now that she was there, in his study once again, was it possible he was going to bring up the conversation regarding any eligible suitors? If so, she wasn't sure how she would react.
As he poured himself a cup, she couldn't help but touch the soft material of the sofa beneath her. Somehow, she didn't remember seeing these last time, and wondered if he recently bought them. "I don't recognize these sofas…"
"Ah yes. While I was out yesterday, I came upon them. I think it brightens the atmosphere a bit more," He replied, smiling slightly.
"Yes, I think so too."
Unexpectedly, rather than take his spot across from her on the opposite sofa, he sat beside her, quite close and quite intimidatingly. Somewhat embarrassed by his actions, Celeste wondered if she should move and sit further away, but she worried her actions might come across rude.
Sipping his tea, he couldn't help but side-glance her, noticing her obvious discomfort upon her countenance, but he didn't move away. She was silently sitting there, her hands placed upon her lap, staring wide eyed at her twiddling fingers, as if they were the most interesting thing in the room. Zant stifled back a laugh, finding her abrupt awkwardness adorable.
Celeste was dressed in white and violet knee-length gown, the ends flaring into soft ruffles. The entirety of her chest was intricated in white lace, with a large violet ribbon secured at her collar. White stockings were adorned on her slender legs, her knees pressed together as she timidly stared at her lap, obvious nervousness surrounded her, and it did not go unseen by Zant.
Setting his tea aside, he turned his body towards her. "About what happened yesterday, I feel partially to blame. I do hope you will forgive me. I guess that was an inappropriate subject to bring up."
At his words, she shook her head. "No, it's alright. It was due to my own clumsiness," She replied, biting her lip slightly. "But … I do not have a suitor…" She replied, bringing her cup of tea up to her lips, thankful she hadn't spilled its contents.
He mused at her words, a sudden image of a face appearing at the forefront of his mind. "What about the Royal Guard's son, Jo-Ho?"
Celeste sputtered at this, careful of dropping her tea before quickly setting it onto the table; somehow, she didn't trust herself. "What about him?" She asked, though she noticed Zant wore an amused look upon his face. "Wait, by chance, have you heard the rumors?"
He merely nodded.
She sighed. "I don't know if the rumors are true, but I hear the other maids talking. You know how maids like to gossip," She nervously laughed.
Indeed. He knew all about that. "You do not seem pleased. Surely this is good news. The son of the Royal Guard, asking for your hand…" He replied, taking another sip of his tea, though his eyes did not leave Celeste.
"Regardless if it's true or not, I cannot accept his proposal," She replied, sighing. It wasn't that she hated Jo-Ho, but he was too much at times, especially his boisterous personality and exclamations on his claims regarding objects or people. Although he had never put any moves onto her, he still had his ways of expressing his wants, even if they were not said; that much certainly made her uneasy.
"And why is that?"
She closed her eyes and mused. Why? Well it was certainly obvious. "I cannot marry someone I do not love," She softly replied, her eyes opening before they shifted to him beside her briefly. "I understand that accepting such a proposal would bring great honor, but I cannot return his affections nor accept him as my husband."
"But if it's only a rumor?" He pressed, listening to every detail which fell from her mouth.
"Knowing him, it probably isn't a rumor. Still, I wouldn't put anything past him."
He nodded. "If that's the case, then, Celeste, is there anyone whom you feel a strong attraction for?"
Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, Celeste looked away. Why was he asking this? Was it really possible he was interested in her, like her mother believed? Or maybe it was simply genuine curiosity? "There is … someone," She softly admitted. "But I find it hard to believe we'd have a future together…"
"Oh? And why is that?"
She pursed her lips, her eyes staring intently upon her lap, too embarrassed to look him in the eye or notice his obvious smile staring back at her. "Unlike me, he actually has a title … and he is quite important to the Kingdom," She admitted. Despite being the Princess's Companion, it wasn't really an official title, at least, not that she thought. "Any order issued by the King, he always excels beyond that. I'm just afraid, that there might come a time, where I cannot stand beside him…"
Zant's smile remained, and as he listened to her words, which were quite soft beside him. He leaned into the cushions, laying his arm on the back of the sofa behind her head, unknowingly to her. "Our King is rather generous, and I'm certain, regardless of status, he wouldn't come between two people who love one another," He replied, hoping to fill Celeste with confidence. "Who, my dear, has caught your interest?"
She shrugged. "Oh, well it doesn't matter. Things between me and him would never work," She replied, hoping to change the topic, but Zant seemed far too interested to do so.
"And why would you think that?"
"He's … too important…" She replied, kicking her feet slightly before crossing her ankles.
Even so, he only continued smiling at her, hoping to get an answer from her, but she was deliberately trying to evade it, as humous as it seemed. "Well, since you will not give me a name, what about him attracts you?"
She blushed at this. "Oh, he … he is quite tall and handsome…" She voiced, pursing her lips innocently as she imagined him.
Zant smirked at this, a feeling of pride swelling within him. "Handsome, is he?" He teased.
"And when he smiles, I can't help but smile back," She replied, her own lips curling upwards into a bashful grin, her cheeks reddening.
"Uh huh," He nodded, watching her. "What else?"
Caught up in her musings, she turned towards him, her cerulean gaze looking into his crimson eyes and quite closely, her face flushed. "You have the most beautiful eyes…"
Zant's eyes widened at this, but his smirk only grew when she gasped in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands before turning away from him. So, he wasn't wrong to assume she liked him all these years? Somehow, he couldn't help but chuckle, her cute antics too much for him. Perhaps he teased her too much, but he wasn't expecting her to confess unknowingly.
Alarmed by her slipup, her face grew incredibly hot. "I mean him! Not you…"
He chuckled at her words, his smile only growing. "Oh really? You find my eyes attractive, Celeste?" He teased, watching her closely from beside him. "I've mostly been told I glare too much."
"Oh, I'm so sorry…" She couldn't look at him, she couldn't pull her hands away from her face. How could she slip up like that and voice her thoughts? This was exactly the same thing that happened yesterday when they were so close to … so close to … kissing.
Deciding to end his teasing, for her sake and not wanting to bring her anymore discomfort, he suddenly leaned closer to her, grasping her wrist before pulling it from her face gently. "I'm sorry. It seems my teasing has gone too far, but I just couldn't help myself," He chuckled once more, turning his head a bit to look into her flushed face. When he caught her eyes, his eyes softened. "You were really adorable just now."
"Did, I confess?" She whispered to herself, still completely taken aback by her words.
"Yes, you did," Came his reply.
Once again, she gasped, her hand covering her mouth in surprise, and her eyes widening at Zant. "Did I just say that out loud?"
He laughed. "Yes," He replied once more. Feeling slightly confident in the moment, he lowered his arm from behind her head and placed it upon her shoulder. Zant drew her against him, her chest pressed against his own, and his arms encircled around her body tightly.
"Z-Zant?!" Celeste held her breath, her eyes widen as she found herself unexpectedly in his embrace, his scent overwhelming her. Being this close to him, she was sure he could feel her rapidly beating heart, her hand pressed against his broad chest innocently. This was the first time, in her entire life, she'd ever been held in a man's arms before, and the action embarrassed her and yet, warmed her strangely enough.
"Celeste, what did I tell you a short moment ago about letting others belittle you?" He asked, his warm breath tickling her ear suddenly. "That also includes yourself. If there is someone you want to be with, then you should not hold back."
"Zant … is there someone you want?" She asked within his arms.
"Yes."
"Who…" She bit her lip nervously. Did he like her? Somehow, she was reluctant to hear his response, and yet, there was a dangerous feeling surrounding her, telling her this situation, alone with him and in his arms, was wrong, but she didn't want to pull away.
Pulling away from her ear, he cupped her face, his eyes looking into hers briefly, and without answering, he gave his response. Leaning his face closer to hers, he captured her lips in a kiss, his gentle movements eliciting a surprised gasp.
Hoping this was nothing more than just a dream, Celeste grew bold, her lips moving against his, deepening the kiss into something more dangerous and exciting. She drew her arms around his neck, the feeling of his hand venturing upon her knee and gliding upwards and beneath her gown, the action urging a gasp from her.
"Z-Zant…" She breathed, her eyes closing as she felt his lips upon neck, his wandering hands reaching for the ribbon tied at her chest.
