—I just finished studying! Sorry for being late-... –The young woman's breath caught in her throat when she arrived at the agreed-upon spot, unable to believe what she was seeing.
In their special place for stargazing was none other than Draal the Deadly, son of Kanjigar and future Trollhunter by right... who had lit a fire and was carrying a basket with what smelled like meat and seasonings.
Draal was going to cook.
For 𝗵𝗲𝗿.
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑾𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒔 '𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆', 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚" were the words from the book that Alexandra had read days ago in the Trollmarket library in the company of the amber-eyed one.
Draal was performing the ritual, taking into account that humans cannot eat raw meat like Trolls. He had adapted a traditional ritual to her needs... to ask her to be his mate.
—Don't just stand there staring. Please say something. –Finally, the spiked Troll spoke, looking away in an attempt to hide his nerves. Never in his entire life had his heart beaten as hard as it did now, confessing his feelings for a human.
—Draal, did you do this... for me?
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