The youngest Mikaelson

Chapter 2 - ℋℯ

Warning - Intimate scene
I tried it to be good, so I hope it is enough.

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I told mother I was going for a walk, but in fact, I was going to meet Thiago. Father may had forbidden me seeing him, but I decided not to listen to him.
I was sitting beneath a big, thick oak waiting for him. We were always meeting there, because it was far enough from our village, so father couldn't find out that I trained with him. Thiago was from a village not far away from ours and this oak was approximately in a half of the way there. We didn't just train, of course. Some days we just sat there, listened to bird's voices or just talked or played hide and seek. There were lots of things we did and enjoyed together.

I was singing to myself along with birds like I was doing every time, when I heard Thiago's voice next to me, "Eliza." I got up and ran into his arms. He wrapped them around my waist, picked me up and spun with me around before putting me on the ground again.

I could feel the warm breeze, which was meeting my face, and my hair floating like a flag in the wind. I placed my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself and didn't separate my eyes from his until he put me back down on a soft mossy ground. I wished that moment lasted forever. His brown eyes connected with mine blue ones; his soft, sweet lips on mine and my tiptoes buried in fluffy, green moss underneath me.

"I missed you," I said when our lips separated and I could look him in the eyes again.

"I missed you too, Flamey," he replied before kissing me again. I loved when he called me Flamey. It was my nickname from him. Because my hair was red. Sometimes he called me Sunshine. He used to say I'm his light, his Sun, which shines him on his path of life. Or, not so often, he called me Freckie, since my face was full of little light and dark orange and brown freckles. However, my favourite was Flamey.

My smile faded as I realized what I had wanted to tell him.

"What is it, Eliza?" he asked and took mine hands in his.

"Father forbade me in seeing you," I sobbed. "He found out you teach me how to use a sword and fight with it." I looked down on our hands and watched Thiago's thumb sliding over my joints.

"But that's not stopping us, is it?" he picked my head up by my chin to look at my face.

"No, it isn't," I confirmed. "But we will have to be meeting secretly. Until now it didn't have to be a secret but since now it has to be."

"Don't worry, it will be fine. Trust me."

"I do," I replied, laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist.

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I was so relieved when I came home at time. Because if I came late for lunch, it would have consequences. Although, it didn't save me from father's questions.

"Your mother said you were on a walk again."

"Yes, I was," I confirmed his statement staring into my soup.

"Somewhat often lately, don't you think?" he asked suspiciously.

"Why do you think so?" I asked unbiased.

"Aren't you still meeting that boy?" he asked getting angry.

"No," I looked at him, "you forbade it to me, remember?" He just grunted quietly and luckily let it go.

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I waited until everyone was asleep and then tried to sneak out to meet Thiago. It was late at night so it took me some time before my eyes used to the darkness and I could see at least
a little bit and orientate. I couldn't take any light because it was too risky. I could wake someone and that was something I didn't want. Mainly I didn't want to wake father.
      I was slowly and carefully walking through the village and watched my every step to prevent me from tripping over or stepping on something. With my luck I was able to trip even on a straight ground. Though being as quiet as possible didn't help me at all.