The snow felt like home, the familiar harsh sting of the
cold air upon her cheeks made her feel as if she were in
Denmark once more. It was a place she would always miss,
no matter where in the world she was. Now even more so
than ever before now that she was QUEEN.
It had never been a matter of avoidance, no… More so a
concept of change she did not wish to see between the
two of them. Although from previous conversations shared
with Tomás, Aaliyah was no FOOL, she knew in her mind
his beliefs on the situation before he would be able to
speak them himself.
Her meeting had overran… And all she could hope was that
he hadn’t taken that as a sign of rejection or refusal. Her pace
quickened until she rounded the corner to the clearing, her
hands nervously wringing one another as she stepped around
the wall of shrubs to expose herself. It had been a long time
since the two had seen each other, perhaps even a matter of
months. And as he stood there, all she had felt for him came
rushing to the surface once more, awakening every ounce
of her conscience.
He found himself counting the seconds minutes as they passed
with an excruciating CLARITY in his head. Perhaps it was his
own self doubt; his tendency to hesitate, to allow each creeping
thought to become twice as painful as the one before. It was a
habit which crippled his confidence, and one he’d been unable
break in all the months that he’d been at Mont Tomb. Despite
his hands being encased in the warmth of thick leather gloves,
Tomás’ fingertips grew distinctly colder as he stood silently in
the snow-carpeted clearing, unsure if he was only waiting to
prove himself a FOOL for doing so.
He was ABOUT to turn on his heel and begin a final pace of the
area – before succumbing to the dreaded sense of defeat which
threatened to overwhelm him in an instant – when the sound of
light footsteps behind him drew the Spaniard’s dark eyes from
the contrasting glow of the ground at his feet.
Her name was murmured almost as a question as he turned
sharply, DISBELIEF sketched into the crease of his brow as
he did so. The knight drew a breath, the cold air renewing its
grip upon his throat as his chest tightened, and he remained
STOCK STILL for a fraction of time, a mix of caution and
relief washing over his features in one brief second before
he moved forwards, arms gentle as they moved to embrace
her with careful, yet clear, sincerity. He could breathe now.
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