Aurora didnât really care for the attitude coming from the man who practically gave her a heart attack. She held her hand over her racing heart, trying to calm herself down and biting her tongue all in one go. Before the possibility of saying something she might want to take back became a reality. It wasnât til the man stood up in his full height that Aurora realized she knew this man. Any previous ire gone at the knowledge that this was the man that literally saved her life.
âSeñor Gaston? WhatâŠwhat are you doing here?â She didnât know he would be nearby her kingdom, if she did she would have extended an invitation for him to be a guest in her home. Its the least she could do afterâŠeverything. âI feel like I never had the chance to thank you properly forâŠâ Aurora looked away, shuddering as visions tried to claim her consciousness. Clearing her throat she struggled to push those dark memories away and with a softer more shaken voice she continued. âsaving my life.â
âOh god, Iâm sorry for this.â Aurora pointed at her red eyes that were beginning to tear up. Taking a deep breath she pushed past her embarrassment at looking like a blubbering fool in front of this man. âCould we please go somewhere else to talk? There is so much I want to say to you. Please?â
Frankly, Gaston hadn't expected to run into anyone he knew while in Mirindra, let alone the woman he had saved weeks ago. She was no longer dressed as the embodiment of death, but even without the makeup he remembered her. It was a strange coincidence to find her, sitting before him with the same look as a wide-eyed doe. At least he wasn't the only one at a loss for words.
He set the broken vase pieces down on the table beside him, brow furrowed together. "I was initially on a hunting trip. The old man here needed an extra hand unloading everything so I took a detour." Gaston replied gruffly, eyeing Aurora warily. She wasn't looking as chipper as she had been at the ball, although he supposed most people weren't so optimistic if they had managed to live the night. The hunter preferred not to dwell on it when he could. Even then, she had become much meeker in the time that had passed. "You mean for keeping you off the wraith's ten course meal? I assumed the gratitude was implied."
An alarmed expression rose when the young woman started to cry in front of him. Though he considered himself well-acquainted with the opposite sex, Gaston hardly thought that he had done anything to cause it. "I'm known for making the ladies cry, but not quite in this context." He could feel the disapproving stares on him and he knew what it might have looked like to have a behemoth of a man towering over the slight creature. The discomfort was stifling. "Yeah, let's take a walk. Do you know a place?" He asked her, offering a hand to pull her up. The sooner they got out of there, the better.















