What He Made Me

Chapter 18: A Steedy Climb

Chapter 18: A Steedy Climb

"I just want to be happy" I whisper against his chest, how long had passed, i don't know, but we have sat comfortably in each others embrace for a long time now. 

He hooks a fingure under my chin and tilts my face up so i'm looking at him, "You will be, i promise Remadelia, I will make you happy again" I give him a small smile, and he places a kiss on my forehead. 

"Now, i think we should grace the rest of the castle with our presence, because as much as i really want to sit here with you all day, I have work to do" My smile vanishes. 

"Oh" I say pitifully, as my grip on his plain white cotton shirt tightens. I didn't want to leave his embrace just yet. I've felt better than i have in so long, snuggled up against him right now. 

He rises with me, and places me on my feet beside the bed. I realise that all i'm wearing is one of his white shirts, identical to the one he's wearing. I blush and pull on the hem, it reaching just below mid-thigh. 

He's staring down at me with an awe-struck expression. He frames my face with his hands, 

"You're so beautiful Remadelia, I feel as if you're going to fade away, as if, if i were to blink you'd disapear" His face is one of wonder and pure awe, and it makes my head spin as his pepermint breath caresses my face with his whisper. 

It's a moment before i can reply, 

"I'm not going anywhere, Dante" I whisper back, light-headed and weak in the knees. 

This feeling inside me, swarming around in my mind and deep inside my chest, which is making my  heart pound like african drums, i have never felt before. 

It's rather alluringly wonderful, i think. 

He shakes his head as if to rid of the thoughts, and smiles at me. 

"Please don't. " He kisses my forehead and smiles down at me

"We should really ready for the day, don't you think, my love?" I smile and nod. 

"Come then, my princess." 

He leds me into a bathroom much like my own, but his has a more muscline feel to it. 

"You can use the shower, I will go fetch your things and shower in the next room. I'm about to protest about him using his own shower, that i'll go use my own, even though i don't want to be seperated from him right now, when he kisses my forehead - again - and flashes from the room. 

I sigh in esperation and strip down, walking into the blissfully warm water as it washes away my tears. I massage the shampoo into my head, the smell of strawberries, mangos and apercotes filling the steam ridden  area around me. 

I stand in the shower after washing for awhile, just enjoying the feeling of the water cresading my body. I often feel like time has stopped, when stood in a shower. As if everything is just taking a break, and the only thing moving is the water as it drips down my body. 

When I finally step out the shower, i realise i don'y have any clothes to change into, and hastily wrap the towel tightly around myself before considering my delima.

But just as I'm about to start panniking, a soft knock comes at the door and it begins to open as Alana's voice drifts into the bathroom. 

"My lady, 'tis me, I have your atire for you." Relief floods me, i was not looking forward to renchering out this bathroom in just a towel. 

Alana look tired and worn out. Black cirles give away her lack of sleep, but she gives me a bright smile when she sees me. 

"I'm glad you are well, my lady, you gave us all quite a scare." she then averts her eyes, not looking at me again as she passes me the dress and turns for me to change.