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Characters: Izana Wistalia, Shirayuki
Pairing: Possible one-sided Izana
Wordcount: 347
Rating: General, Romance
Timeline: Between Chapter 41 and Chapter 49
Quotes: "Sometimes one finds an old bottle which rememvers from where all spouts out lives a heart which returns."
― Baudelaire
"I should think, we have time for one more scenting session before I need to go back to my shift, you Highness." She skirted on his question with the expertise of a diplomat.
Izana hid a smile. Deciding to go along with her subtle hint, he nodded and allowed her to lead him in a merry chase.
Two can play this game!
He heard the sounds of a cork being uncapped, the clinking of bottles together.
"I've been saving this scent, your Highness. I am curious what you will make of it. I've been told in passing by someone that you are incapable of feeling this particular emotion."
"Oh? And who is this someone who presumes knew me so well?"
"Mistress Haki."
"Ah." His fiancée. He wondered when and where did such an exchange occur? Perhaps when she was in Lyrias, during the time of the epidemic.
Haki knew precisely what she was getting into when he stated his interest of making a political alliance with her family. She was practical and intelligent; ambitious, but not politically inclined. Out of all the women his mother, Queen Haruto, deemed acceptable, Lady Haki of Lyrias topped his list of potential bride candidates.
So, he had arranged for a trial period to get to know her and her family.
If he is not mistaken, their engagement is not official yet.
He wondered what had Haki told Shirayuki? He would be certain that Shirayuki herself would not divulge their conversation, and would most certainly advise him to ask Haki on his own. Still, it piqued his interest that Shirayuki had inadvertently admitted that she was thinking about him in other terms rather than just being the villainous brother that she had come to know.
"Are you ready?" he asked, a little impatient.
"Almost."
He waited. The blindfold felt a little stifling now, but he would endure it for one last time.
A whiff of pomegranates and orchids called for his attention. They were too irresistible to ignore.
"Shirayuki?" he called out, raising his hands and came up with nothing but air.
