𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 @wingedtm — 𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜 + 𝑐𝑙𝑦𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎
𝑨𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑫 passed since vitto made the decision to make the short trek to his high rulers' suite— a good forty-five of those minutes were spent pacing up and down the hall that lead to their door.
she's your high lady. you're allowed to check on her. still, he felt that icy surge of dread that always paralyzed him when his feelings for clem threatened to rise to the surface. one wrong look in kardan's presence could mean a swift death for vitto. he'd seen firsthand just how irrational the high lord could be when it came to defending what he believed to be his. but it would be nothing compared to the punishment clytemnestra would endure, should kardan ever discover that vitto's feelings had once been reciprocated.
he'd always known that his love for clem could never fully be returned, though— even when they still stood a chance. vitto was head over heels from the moment he'd seen her. he put her up on a pedestal far before she earned her title. sometimes, vitto wondered if she truly preferred such coldness and distance in a relationship. if he'd suffocated her by laying himself too bare. she'd fallen into bed with a warrior, after all. a commander, trained to be cool and calculated at all times. not one of the dozens of hopeless romantics that she already had vying at her feet.
the sound of the door opening doesn't cause him to start, but he does freeze in his tracks, having clearly been pacing. "clem— " vitto made to step toward her, but paused, bowing instead. when he looked up to her, concern was plastered all over his features. "i hadn't seen you since— i wanted to make sure you were alright."