Was it possible to love a man that was nothing more than a student for her father? Nyssa could not explain why she was so attached to the man that she barely knew? Even Nyssa could not understand that but being around him somehow made her to look so complete, even though he was untouchable and the trick of a beautiful cold light that blind her since first time he had lied his eyes on him. But that was about to change and something was in the air that even Nyssa could not understand but feared that whatever was coming mean no good at all.
Soon after that meeting, Bruce seldom saw Nyssa and wondered if she was still angry with him for what had happened on a balcony few days ago. Sometimes he would see her appear on the terrace or balcony to overlook the training but rarely she spoke but she remained on a guard ready at any danger and her hands were hidden in the long sleeves of her robe. She rarely spoke or made any sound that she was there but no matter that Bruce was aware that she was around and words were useless in this kind of a meetings.
One morning Nyssa was on her usual spot at a balcony not moving or saying a word. She watched as Bruce was fighting another man and was getting a good at it. She watched the muscles move and the light of the sun hitting his chest and reflecting upon his skin. Bruce's face was in complete concentration as he was dealing with attacks that a man was throwing at him and so far he was getting good at it.
It was just then that he was suddenly aware of her and heard someone was shouting his name taking him completely by surprise. His attacker struck him hard twice on his face and chest and moment later Bruce fell on lying on ground flatly. When he gained his senses he looked up but Nyssa was gone like she was a trick of a light that appeared and disappeared at will.
Months had passed by and as the time carried on with it usual pace Bruce was more and more consumed with his training. He was getting more and more stronger at each passing day making sure that he done each task that Ducard had set for him and yet very little came of Ducard that he was pleased on a work well done.
Ducard was arrogant in both of his manners and the forthright instructions, he never seemed to give some sense of attachment or friendly word but still the bond between Bruce was and him was strong. Nyssa had noticed that too but she care a little about it for she knew it very well that her cared not much about the attachments and she knew that very from early age.
Yet she allowed herself to fall for Bruce even against her own will no matter she had tried not to her emotions to take over her once more. She knew it very well that her father told her that only emotions could cause her downfall and that she should be mindful not let them control her mind and so far she could not feel that it was actually working by blocking them away for good. Nyssa would wake up in the late of a night gasping for an air as her mind was swirling with the forbidden images of the passion feeling herself being locked in an embrace of only student that her father was training Bruce. Now she knew it very well that sooner or later this would be her down fall. It was only a matter of a time before she would fall on her knees and confessed that she was in a love with him. But to do so she was not ready to take that step yet no matter how tempting this might be she simply could not do it.
As she stood there at a high terrace overlooking the white snow and ice before her she knew she would not last long at all. Her mind returned back at thoughts of Bruce as the night began to fall. Beautiful and yet forbidden a passion that she knew that she would gladly Nyssa wanted to disappear for good. A passion that was indeed worth to wait.