Chapter 29: Comfort ~ Permission
As the music from the ballroom stopped playing, both Violet and Keith ended their dance. Smiling gently and brightly they stared into each other's eyes. "That...that was..." Violet nearly stuttered.
"Fun?" Keith nervously smiled as he ended Violet's sentence.
"Yes," Violet nodded. Suddenly, Keith noticed something in the corner of his eye. Violet froze a bit, "What is it?"
"Look," Keith gently touched Violet's arm, "Your arm," Violet look at her arm. The mark from Bayamon was gone, and her arm has the color of full light peach with no purple out of trace.
"I-I don't believe it," Violet touched her arm.
"How...?" Keith become confused.
"I-I have self-healing," Violet answered. "Whenever I get hurt, I heal quickly without any help from one of my healers. But since I was supposed to have a bruise on my arm, I must have healed it without even noticing while we are dancing."
"Possibly," Keith nodded.
"If...if my arm is healed, that would mean..." Violet wondered.
"Let me take a look at your face for a moment," Keith began to stare at Violet's face. Seeing the red mark and pressure marks that once were behind from Bayamon are now gone. "Incredible, there are no marks for evidence that Bayamon has harmed you. At all."
"I-I haven't been this self-healing quick for quite some time," Violet's head still spins. "I guess, I have found another way."
"What is that?" Keith's ears twitched.
"You made me smile," she replied.
Keith smiled, "That helps," he cleared his throat. "And at least no one is going to worry about the bruises you had for a while."
"Possibly," Violet nodded. "Let's go back to the ballroom, everyone is waiting for me to return."
"Of course," Keith nodded as he let Violet go first and follow. Note to self, Keith thought. Don't tell anyone that you have dance lessons with the princess...not unless it's Aurora, Shiro, and Luther. Keith nearly mentally tripped as his eyes widened. Quiznak, since when did I become like Pidge? Keith continued walking behind Violet as they are finding their way out of the garden.
While Keith and Violet are walking through the garden, Keith kept on feeling both of his ears burning. He looks at Violet, knowing how scared she was whenever someone is hurting her starting to yell at someone. He wished that he could find a way to comfort her, but suddenly, a thought has come to his mind. "Umm Violet," Keith spoke.
"Yes, Keith?" Violet replied as she turned to him for a bit.
"I know how scared you were whenever people shout around you and I may have thought of something that either you or your family or your people wouldn't like." Keith becomes nervous.
"What is it?" Violet asked.
"Whenever you get scared," Keith began. "I'll give you permission to squeeze or hold onto one of my arms. So, you could seek comfort."
Violet stopped and turned to Keith, "Are...are you serious?"
"Yeah, well." Keith scratched the back of his neck, "I thought that it would help you from being scared from everyone's yelling or speaking out loud. So maybe you could need something that would be easier to do so. And I promise I won't harm you or touch you whenever you needed it." Keith promised.
"Keith," Violet blushed as she lost her words. Slowly she wrapped her arms around Keith's left arm.
Keith blushed.
"Thank you," Violet gently whispers as she hugged his arm.
"Umm...you're welcome," Keith smiled gently. Slowly, both Keith and Violet continued to walk to the ballroom.
Near the entrance of the ballroom, everything was quiet. The people were enjoying themselves as they are having refreshments and talking one to another. Suddenly, a familiar figure that is covered in dirt and scratches has busted into the room. A boy, panting for the wits of his life. "Help," he spoke.
One of the guests screamed everyone turned to the scene. Seeing the boy that is standing at the entrance, clothes nearly tattered but muddy.
"Bayamon," the boys' father: Butch, the Duke of Lemaire-South family. Followed by his wife, Lavender. Both of Bayamon's parents have run toward their sons' side. "What happened?"
"Where's De' Montrae?" Lavender asked in worry.
"Oh father, mother." Bayamon spoke, "It was horrible."
"Breathe my son, tell us what has happened." While Bayamon speaks any further, at one area of the ball. Both Luther and Aurora are standing still, till something has hit them.
"Something isn't right," Luther whispered.
"I agree," Aurora nodded. "Usually De' Montrae always been around with his brother and he's nowhere to be found. Wondering what he's up to now,"
Luther growled as his eyes nearly changed for a bit.
"Cousin, what is it?" Aurora becomes worried.
"It's Bayamon" Luther answered. "He said that Keith has just attacked him."
"What? That can't be," Aurora shook.
"That's what he said," Luther huffed.
"That's impossible," Aurora protested. "We taught Keith everything about being a bodyguard. But not to this level, there must be a mistake."
"Possibly, but..." Luther began to wonder as his eyes changed back.
"But?" Aurora asked.
"There's no claw marks or anything that is on him," Luther exclaimed. "It looks like he has done it to himself."
"But why?" Aurora raised a brow.
"I don't know," Luther began to think. "I'll go check it out, watch the post for me."
"Alright," Aurora nodded. "Good luck."
Luther nodded as he exits the ballroom and entered the garden. Leaving Aurora alone to be on guard duty that is within the ballroom.
While Luther was gone, the Altean mice return and whispered to Aurora's ear. "The princess asked Keith what?" Aurora whispered.
The Altean mice nodded as they repeated their report cheerfully.
Aurora smiled, "At least Violet is having a happy day for her Name Day," Aurora whispered happily.
The Altean Mice nodded.
Now... Aurora thought. This is going to be more and more intense. Let's see which is telling the truth or not. Aurora watches as the Altean Mice hide from sight so there will be more at ease for the party to go without a problem.
As everyone is talking over, within the far corner of the ballroom. Each mirror is hanging on every inch of the wall to reflect each Celestial Being that is within the ballroom. All the mirrors reflect perfect light and color to one another. But one mirror glimmers with the color of blue on every surface of the ballroom. And at one corner holds the color red to something that is reflecting an image that is within the crowd itself.