Fly or Fall

Chapter Six

Andy was in awe. His chambers in the western wing of the stone palace were much bigger than he anticipated. They consisted of a bedroom with an attached bathroom and dressing room. Each room was furnished in silver and sapphire blue, his bedroom also decorated with a giant mural along one wall, with couches and deep-cushioned chairs scattered in a discerning manner. His balcony overlooked the sparkling blue ocean.

When Sevan left him, Andy didn't wait to hear the door shut before closing himself in his bedroom. Between Sevan's "brief" tour of the palace and not sleeping at all during the night, he was exhausted. He wanted to rest for a few hours before Sevan returned to call him for dinner. He hoisted himself onto the enormous bed. The mattress was so soft that he sank down a few inches, and it was wide enough for three people to sleep without noticing each other. Curling on his side, Andy's eyes grew heavier and heavier.

He slept for an hour, until a knock at the door woke him. He'd barely had the door open when the sweet scent of roses wafted around him, caressing his senses like a velvet scarf. Standing with dark locks that brushed against his pebble colored cheeks and almost covered his dark expresso eyes, was a boy about Andy's age. He was dressed in a pale coral silk shirt, a cream waistcoat, with coral thread embroidery of roses, black trousers and black boots with golden buckles.

He's beautiful, Andy thought.

The thought surprised him, he'd never described a boy as beautiful before but there was no other word to describe this boy. He was beautiful. Down to his flawless skin, which Andy knew would be soft beneath his fingers, to his pouty pink lips, which he couldn't help but imagine pressed against his own.

Andy cleared his throat, shaking all those thoughts out of his head. "Hi," he said, his brows furrowed.

"Andy, right?" the beautiful boy asked, and when Andy nodded a wide grin appeared on his face. He had a shallow dimple in his left cheek, Andy couldn't help but notice. "I'm Kolan," he introduced himself and then without warning, slipped past Andy and into his room. "You can call me Kol, though."

Kol made his way through the bedroom and into the dressing room. Andy followed after him in confusion. He stood in the threshold and watched as the boy ran his hand across the rack of different colored jackets.

"Excuse me but what are you doing?" Andy asked.

Without looking up to him Kol said, "Looking for..." He stopped when his fingers grazed a deep blue and black doublet. "Aha!" he said, pulling it from the rack.

He walked back to Andy, held the jacket over his chest and smiled. "It compliments your eyes," he said and Andy's face heated up.

"I don't—" he was cut off when another knock echoed through the room.

Kol's eyes widened. "Don't answer that," he said urgently, taking a step back.

Andy crossed his arms over his chest and crooked his left brow. "Why not?"

"I'm not supposed to be in here," he answered but before he could say anything more, the door swung open and he dodged behind the dressing room door.

That was... Andy didn't know what that was. He didn't have time to think about it as Sevan strode into his room. He was scowling and steam seemed to be blowing from the top of his head. But he seemed to calm when his gaze landed-on Andy, alone.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion, my lord" Sevan said as he peered behind Andy. "I'm looking for..." he frowned then shook his head and cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter."

For a reason Andy could not understand he didn't tell Sevan about Kol though it was obvious he was the one Sevan was looking for. Who exactly was this boy? He just hoped he didn't get in trouble for hiding him.