𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 | 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍

7⋆☾⋆A sickening turn

"Meed me were we mat, tomorow nigt."

The handwriting was very shaky and the multiple spelling errors made me seriously question the integrity of what was written, but it did confirm who wrote it. Steven had been taught by a childhood friend of his how to write and read for a little time, before they both got old enough to understand that their friendship wasn't usual or accepted by either of their families.

The sheets ruffled and soon Gilan stood behind me, I raised the piece of paper so the giant could read it as well.

"Who wrote this?"

I turned around, staring blankly at the floor while rubbing a finger over my nose. "My brother."

"And what does it say?"

Holding back a snicker, I raised an eyebrow at him. "You can't read it?" I grinned evilly, "Is your age finally getting to you?"

My "fiancé" narrowed his eyes at me, then hesitantly said: "No, because it's written terribly."

"He wants us to meet him in the forest tonight." I handed him the note after having taken another look at it. I hated to admit it really was hard to read. But I was never in a million years going to admit that to my mentor, because then I'd never hear the end of it. With every discussion we'd have for the next twenty years he'd bring it up to back up his argument that he was always right. A shiver rolled down my spine at the thought of it.

"And you're sure we can trust him?" He asked, seemingly sunken deep into his thoughts. With a deep frown on his forehead and his finger tapping his chin, he kept occasionally glancing to me.

"Yes, he's my family. I trust him with my life," that didn't seem to convince him enough, so to add another layer I quickly followed up with: "and I assume this will have something to do with Foldar."

That seemed to do the trick, because he stopped his fidgeting and looked at me directly. "Fine. But I'm coming with you."

"Fine by me." I folded my arms over and didn't break eye contact with him for a bit too long, until he eventually broke away and scratched the back of his neck.

"We... I mean, we should probably get some rest... right?" He suggested while nodding towards the bed .

My cheeks heated up immediately and I knew nothing sensible would come out if I tried to speak, so I simply nodded and slipped under the covers again.

I'd barely said goodnight and I could already hear Gil's 'heavy breathing', as he called it, next to me.

Even though we'd laid down with out backs facing each other, the next morning when I woke up I was trapped in his arms, with his face buried in my neck. Funnily enough it hadn't seemed to phase him much, because we'd spent our day as usual: going over reports, trying to predict Foldar's next move and socialising with the villagers in town, without it being mentioned.

When the sun went down we snuck out via our recently discovered secret passage out of the castle to the woods. The snow had begun to melt away, and grossly sticking to our cloaks and boots.

Having reached the rendezvous point, I stopped abruptly, causing Gilan to bump into me and curse silently.

"He should be here." I said as I looked around. Everything looked the same as it had done yesterday, the same big tree, the river nearby.