A/N: Hello guys! This is a corrected re-upload as I found a beta reader. (Thank you !) If you want to listen to the music she is dancing to in the prologue then listen to Ilene Woods "A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes". Ilene Woods was the singer of Disneys 1950s Cinderella as there is a version from 1922 and of course the live action from 2015. I hope you enjoy it!
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Platonia
Prologue
Tom observed her. She was dancing on her own in the shallow lit room as he sat in the comfortable armchair. It was dark outside, the only light source a magically conjured fire. Music filled the silence and she seemed content with it as she danced to notes the record player played for her. He didn't know the name of the singer or the title, nor did he care. He cared for her though. He cared for her happiness. It had taken him a while to realize that and to come to terms with that fact. He took a sip of the expensive whiskey as he remembered the moment he realized the depths of his feelings for her. The whiskey burned deliciously in his throat.
His dark eyes watched her every move, took in her bare feet. The fire warmed the room and he was glad he had made the fire. She loved being bare foot, still, he didn't want her to fall ill. Many times had he commented on her being bare footed but she insisted. His worries didn't cease. She had been sick and cursed when she came back to him, and it had taken a lot of magic to heal her. He had wanted to kill whoever was responsible for her pain. She had stopped him, of course. Explained to him everything he needed know. He took a deep breath as he thought about the things he had done to heal her. He twirled the glass he held, a moment later taking another sip of the amber liquid. However, she was healthy, and he had been more than capable to take care of her.
It felt as if much has changed since her arrival and his focus was mostly on her now. She was his priority. His followers grew impatiend as he hadn't contacted them for a while now but he couldn't find the energy nor the patience to deal with them. His worry for her wouldn't let him. She was only wearing a simple night gown, too thin in his opinion, which was why he had conjured fire in the first place. Her long hair was open, flowing freely over her back and her shoulders, gleaming in the light of the fire. She had gained some weight as well and her skin held a healthy flush. Still, he worried so he watched her like a hawk his prey. He would not let her go a second time. He knew he was obsessed. He knew he was no prince charming. He knew he would never be good enough for her. And sometimes he worried she didn't know. Didn't know the depth of his darkness. But then she looked at him like now, her eyes open and hopefull for the future, smiling and happy and content. Tom forgot his worries. His well laid out plans. His past, present and future. He forgot it all and took her hand she held out to him, to join her in her dance. He put away his glass of fire whiskey and put the now free hand on her waist. Slowly they started to dance to the music, their own little dance, just enjoying being in each others arms.
„I love her voice.", she told him quietly, closing her eyes and leaning onto him, moving to the notes the record player played, „She sang in the movie Cinderella.", she explained further, „Maybe, at some point, we'll watch it together." He remained silent. She didn't complain. She never complained. She had always accepted him as how he was. He had never told her he loved her, but he didn't have to. Not after all the things they had gone through. So, he held her a little closer, a little tighter, and still, she didn't comment on it, only resting her cheek on his broad shoulder. For the moment he would let himself believe in the peace they could enjoy. For now he would let himself believe that there was a happy ending for them. For now he would let himself believe.
The song ended and still they danced in their tight embrace, slowly, to music only the both of them could hear.