It was becoming increasingly easier for Reve and Azlyn to act like a regular couple when they were alone in their bedroom. They had also managed to get better about living life outside of their room as if things were normal between them. She would complete all of her expected duties in public and in turn he would treat her like a normal slave. However, in private, Reve became a loving and adoring boyfriend; Azlyn had become better at allowing this of him.
Azlyn had finally quit fighting her feelings for Reve and just allowed herself to accept the fact that there was something special between them. Nevertheless, this did not stop her from occasionally reminding herself that it could all be ripped away from her at any moment. She knew that Reve could decide that the hassle of protecting her was not worth their relationship. Or someone could find out about them and demand her death for the disgrace of a royal choosing her over a, more fitting, demoness.
For this reason, Azlyn had begun avoiding Nissa, Zareb, and Blaz. She did not want to have to lie to them about what was happening between her and Reve. As well as, she was worried about revealing too much information to them as it could incriminate them in the event that she and Reve were discovered. She did not want to cause problems for them.
On the other hand, Azlyn did not think that they would willingly turn her in or cause problems for her. Azlyn was a realist, she knew that if they were forced into it, they would reveal any information necessary to save themselves the pain. Though, to be honest, Azlyn would not have it any other way; she knew that pain well and would not blame anyone for using anything at their disposal to be relieved of it. What it came down to, was that she did not want to put them in the situation where they would have to choose. She would never want them to suffer to keep her secret.
Reve, on the contrary, was completely oblivious to the reality of the situation. He was so unbelievably happy being with Azlyn that he was blind to everything else. Nothing mattered to him anymore; when he was not with Azlyn, she was all that he could think about and when he was with her, he forgot about everything else.
On this particular afternoon, though, Reve was quite distracted. He ran about his room looking for certain ribbons and medals to attach to his uniform for that night's dinner. As a matter of fact, Azlyn had noticed that the whole castle seemed to be in a sudden frenzy. Yet no one had seen fit to inform Azlyn as to what was going on. She sat on Reve's bed and watched him as he rushed back and forth.
"Is there something that I could help you find?" Azlyn ventured.
Reve stopped for a moment and looked at Azlyn in confusion. It seemed, for a moment, as though he had forgotten that she was there. This was very unlike him.
"No, no. I know where everything is. You will probably have quite a bit to do tonight and, darkness only knows, that she is bound to be unkind to you at some point. I want you to rest now, so that you are better relaxed to handle this evening." Reve babbled.
"What is happening this evening? Who is coming?" Azlyn asked, surprised that someone important was coming and she had not been told.
"My mother." Reve sighed as he poked his head out of his closet.
"Your mother?"
Azlyn was bewildered; she had not thought much of the queen in her time at the castle and she had almost never heard Reve speak of her. As a matter of fact, whenever Reve talked about a mother-figure, he spoke of Teanna, his former personal slave.
"Yes, my mother. She has been visiting family, on the other side of the realm, for almost a year. She is returning tonight, and we are having a large family dinner to celebrate her return."
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My Demon, My Love...
Paranormal~*~*~ This was a demon whose eyes had seen the wasteful horrors of war; he had been to the depths of hell and lived to tell the tale. Now it was love that was ripping him to pieces. Love was the thing that was destroying his very being. ~*~*~...
