Silver Eyes Chronicles: The Journey Begins Trilogy: Book One: The Reunion

Chapter Sixteen: Declarations

Naria

That evening, Ronan and I go for a walk. The sky's clear and extremely beautiful. Silvery glitter like stars dust the midnight blue sky. The pale alabaster moon is full with no trace of wispy gray clouds surrounding her.

We're taking a trail that we've haven't been down yet. We walk amongst multi-colored flowers and tall emerald green grass, our hands clasped comfortably together.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I say, smiling up at Ronan.

He looks down at me with a just as warm smile, but says nothing. At his intense warm-eyed gaze, I look down at the ground, my cheeks suddenly flaming. I can feel his warm and gentle dark eyes on me. But truthfully, it doesn't feel awkward as it did with the boys in Peyene.

In all honesty, I do not know what to feel right now.

"Naria, close your eyes," Ronan says, breaking me out of my reverie.

I look up at him, confused and yet curious at the same time. "Why? What is it?" I ask.

"Trust me. It's a surprise," he says with a wink and a smile.

I close my eyes obediently, not sure of what's going to happen. But, then I have come to realize that I trust him deeply. I feel myself leaving the ground and I open my eyes to find his face closer to mine. I smile, feeling the warmth of him going through me, feeling his intense gaze on me, a smile on his face.

He carries me in silence, his arms warm underneath my body. I breathe in his sweet spice and cinnamon scent. I lean my head against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs dangling over his strong and capable arms.

A vast lake comes into view. It's surrounded by various flowers and deep emerald green grass. Pale moonlight shines faintly upon the dark blue waters as it laps quietly at the earthy shoreline. I can make out trees with blossoms of white, pink and pale violet. It looks so much like the Azanend Lake that I feel tears stinging at my eyes, but they are not of sadness.

"What do you think?" Ronan whispers in my ear, his breath warm.

"It's so beautiful," I whisper back.

He smiles, carrying me towards a tree surrounded by flowers, deposits me on the ground and we sit together in blissful silence.

I look out across the lake. The water shimmers under the moonlight, turning the dark waters to a paler color. I shift suddenly, positioning myself in front of him, my head resting against his chest. I feel the rough fabric of his tunic against my cheek. I hear his heartbeats against my ear like a soft and comforting drumbeat.

Ronan leans back against the trunk of the tree, pulling me with him. He places his hands on my belly, folding his fingers together. I close my eyes, feeling his fingers trace patterns across my covered skin, eliciting a gentle tickling sensation. I put out a hand to stop him, but his fingers catch mine first. I open my eyes, glancing up at him.

His eyes are full of that same emotion I have seen earlier with a trace of thoughtfulness. He looks like he's ready to say something. Something important.

And I probably have a feeling of what it could be.

It is then that I've come to realize that I have come to love those beautiful brown eyes, full of gentleness, curiosity and unsaid warmth.

And everything else about him.

"There's something I need to tell you, Naria," he says, softly.

"What's wrong?" I ask, putting my hands on his chest, lightly grasping the rough fabric of his tunic with my fingers.