Chapter 5: The Past
The pair began their feast in silence. Draco opened his mouth to say something but soon lost his confidence, preferring instead to steal glances at Lessien.
This is your chance! Dazzle her with your wit, your conquests, your wealth, something! She won't keep eating forever! She'll get tired soon and before you get the chance to speak she will be sound asleep. And you'll lose yet another opportunity to woo her!
"So…Lessien, why don't you tell me more about yourself? In all this time that we have been in each other's company I have learned nothing about you."
"There isn't much to tell. I'm an assassin. There's not much more to it…"
"I see. Well tell me of how you became an assassin. It's an odd sort of occupation…"
"I'd rather not speak of my past…"
"Lessien, you can trust me. I know what it's like to have a painful past… I grew up alone. My parents were always too busy planning my future to notice me. I had no one, not even friends. They all wanted something…my parents wanted glory, my friends wanted money…I was nothing to them…" Dracos voice trembled as he spoke-either from sadness or anger, Lessien could not tell.
"I grew up alone too… I lost my parents when I was very young. They were all I had. I lived in the shadows most of my life… I learned to fight…I had to…it was the only way to survive…"
"Isn't there anything in your life that you can think of that made you happy? That you loved?"
"There is nothing in my past except sadness and death…"
"I'm sorry Lessien…I never intended upset you…"
"I know…" Lessien looked deep into Draco's eyes; his face was flushed with concern. "I grow weary…goodnight, Draco"
She wrapped herself in his cloak-it smelled of sage and rosewood, and drifted into a blissful slumber. Her sadness drowned in a cascade of fabric and fragrance.
