Tranquil Ocean - Ebon Champagne
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She had gotten up from her seat and moved around the room shortly after Morgryn stopped speaking; to go and talk to some nobles. Apparently no longer interested in her for the time being. Even so it left her wondering what his purpose had been back there. If he had intended to leave her like this, burning from the inside.
These games played in the South made it near impossible to tell what a single person wanted. The only person who's motives she was sure of was Sera, because they had been friends before all this mess with the Whitehills and she was a bastard who wanted to forget about her origins.
Nice and simple.
Why couldn't people here be more like that? Forgo the deception for even a moment and speak their minds more. It would certainly help if she knew Morgryn's intentions, specifically regarding her. If she happened to be reading all the signals wrong...
Mira sighed, picking up her glass from the table she had set it on to take another gulp of the liquid that practically left her on fire now.
She paused, still holding the glass in her hand, brows drawing together as she looked at it for a moment. Was it this full when she had set it down? She was sure it had been half empty just a moment ago.
Her gaze moved around the room before spotting a servant with a jug of wine, going around and asking the Lords and Ladies if they would like some more. He wasn't that far away so... he must have seen her glass on the table and filled it without bothering to ask. Or she simply hadn't heard him.
She held in another sigh. It wasn't really that important, was it? If she was lost in her thoughts enough not to notice him asking then maybe she should be more concerned about herself rather than the servant.
Where had Andros gone off to now anyway? She had lost track of him a few minutes ago in the throng, partly why her mind had moved to Morgryn. All she wanted was some answers, but it seemed casual flirting was apart of the game at times. Which made her not want to say a word about it.
He had already teased her once for looking too long.
"Don't tell me you just enjoy my company?"
Still, she felt like the feeling might be mutual. It didn't help make matters easier though. Instead it was just more difficult. Mainly because she didn't know what to think of him half the time. Especially after what Lord Tarwick had said. With Morgryn being dangerous and no further explanation as to how or why for that matter.
Maybe she shouldn't be agonizing over it right now. She could do so later once she knew more about the entire picture, instead of trying to force the pieces together herself.
Mira gulped down the rest of the wine, eyelids slipping closed for a second as it made her head spin.
She could hear a slosh of liquid an instant later, feel her glass being filled and opened one eye to look directly at the servant. He gave a little nervous twitch at being seen, finished filling her glass up again, then moved over to a group of nobles.
What an odd servant.
Mira glanced down at the glass, unmoving for a moment before shrugging and draining the contents once more. How many had that been now? Three? Four? She was loosing track.
With a glance at the crowded room she suddenly felt too warm, Mira moved past the curtain to the balcony. The soft breeze quickly cooled her cheeks as she looked out on the gardens below. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the cool air.
In the next second she felt a hand on her shoulder, the length of an arm pressing lightly against her upper back. "Ah, Lord Andros. I didn't expect to see you out here."
What?
Mira opened her eyes, turning to see that Lord Andros was in fact standing not too far from her. He hadn't been there a moment ago. "Morgryn," the man's lips turned down into a scowl when he spoke. "How nice to see you again."
"Yes," Morgryn agreed. "It's been awhile since our little fall out. Did you have some business to discuss with our friend here? Or were you just leaving?" The hand on her shoulder tightened in the next second.
Andros' face was becoming a tinge red, his eyes moving from Mira to Morgryn a couple times before he let out a huff. "I was just going back inside." The man turned then, leaving the two of them alone on the balcony.
"Are you okay?" Morgryn's voice floated into her ears.
She turned her head to look at him, blinking after a second. Her skin was quickly getting warm again, even though she was out in the cool air. "Fine," she muttered in reply, turning away, hopefully before he saw her cheeks turning a shade darker.
"Hmm." Morgryn didn't seem to notice, loosening his grip on her shoulder. "Let me take you back to your room."
Mira was incapable of saying anything for a moment. Then her lips parted and the word just slipped out, "Okay."
This is going to have an M-rated sequel (posted separately from this collection). So umm... wait patiently for it.