While walking to his house they hardly spoke, she would occasionally glance at him but when he glanced back her face would turn bright red.
"Miola, uhhh how have you've been? Did you make new friends… and how's Nicola?" He spoke weary for the answers.
"Nicola is fine; we plan to be courted in a few months." She smiled.
"How can you be courted?!" He angrily growled, his face tensed up then softened; Celann aged fairly well, no longer a scrawny small boy, he was ruggedly handsome. Miola looked beautiful as she was that sunlit morning, her golden hair crashed at her mid arm and she had curves that were defined by her dress making her all that more alluring. Often while she was talking he would his sense to breathe, she was awe filling.
"-Nicola often punishes me for leaving the house but he is always concerned about my well-being." She sighed covering up her bruised shoulder. Celann snapped out of his daze to see the bruise, he grabbed her hand and just looked over it.
"Why would he hurt a beautiful being like you? You deserve better!" Celann's face filled with hate and angst from seeing her face tense up.
"I refused to offer myself to Molag Bal, I just couldn't…. Our lord took away his gift." She softly spoke with tears welling up in her eyes. Confused on why Molag would do that he motioned her to say why but she just started crying.
"I have a place we should go to." He smiled as he lifted her chin up. She just cried even more, the sight was unbearable to him so with one swift motion he picked her up and started walking towards his house.
It took about an hour to reach his house; she fell asleep while protesting and crying. When she awoke he was sitting by the fire warming himself. She laid there pretending to be asleep, she curled up in all his blankets; he smelt nice.
"I know you're awake." He laughed with his husky voice that was ever so soothing to her ears.
"Just let me lay her for a bit longer." She felt relaxed for once in her life. He walked over and laid in bed with her, his body heat was different from Nicola's; it was warm.
"Heh now you can't ever get out of bed!" He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her; both faces turned bright red.
"Is that so?" She smiled as she crawled onto his abdomen which was finely tightened.
"You know it!" He growled seductively as he bit her ear softly, he felt himself want her even more. 'Her body is soft and I just want to…. No she's my friend, she has to feel the same right' the thought rushed in his head.
"You need some sleep and I feel tired, so night." She whispered then kissed his cheek. Her body was curled up next to his; he felt her hair then traced his fingers down her neck to her bruised shoulder. He circled her bruise which made her body freeze then relax by the soft compassion she had never found again; he watched her fall asleep ever so peacefully.
"You remember all those years ago? When I promised you that you would be my queen? I had to break that promise, my friends sent me here to kill you-" he paused with sadness in his voice "I thought I could do it…" he stopped again trying to catch his breath, his tears ran down his face. "I forgot all those feelings I had, I bedded it seems every woman except you but when I would wake up I would see your innocent smile with your flower crown." He was sobbing now. "It felt like forever, and now that I have you in my arms, I just-"he was cut off by a soft sic.
"I missed you, my life will go on forever but the time you were gone was for an eternity." She softly smiled still not facing him. He just couldn't believe what he was hearing, was she really saying this?