Flames left behind

25{Ronin}Ronins POV

Alright so this is basically Ronins POV of chapter 8, his thoughts and feelings about Ambrosia.

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    She dropped her cake. Her face grew sad, and in that moment, I wished to comfort her. 

"Beautiful, clumsy girl," I muttered, quiet enough so she wouldn't hear me. I bent down to pick up the cake, and she bent down at the same time. Her head hit mine, and I hid my smile behind a groan. This is the start of a wonderful night. 

   I pushed my hands at her, a gesture for her to back up and let me clean this up, but then she hissed at me. Hissed. 

  I held my hands up, raising my eyebrows, as she bent down and got a smear of chocolate across her dress.

  She groaned, and this situation was so cute I had to laugh. 

"What's got your panties in a twist?" I asked. 

Her mouth fell open, and I flashed her my most innocent grin that felt more like a smirk.

  "What? Something wrong with what I said, princess?" I made sure to emphasize princess, knowing already what she thought I was. 

She shivered and I was about to ask her if she was cold before she stood up and looked me in the eyes. The height difference was adorable, and I smiled down at her. She smelled like rose and lavender, with that faint trace of lemon all faeans have. 

 She took a step towards me, and I raised one brow, in no specific effort to move. 

 "A man should never use inappropriate language like that in front of a lady. It is completely uncalled for."

  I felt my smile widen. 

"Well darling, I'm not in the presence of a lady, am I?" 

She huffed, a stray hair getting caught in her breath. 

  Her hands went to her hips, in what she thought would be sassy but was plain out adorable. I admire this woman. 

  "What am I then?"

"A faean."

"I'm still a lady. A lady faean, if you must, but a lady nonetheless."

She was rambling at this point, but I didn't mind. I liked listening to her talk. 

  Stepping closer, I licked my cracked lips and purposely lowered my voice an octave. 

"I have a feeling that you Amber, are not a lady. You seem like the kind of girl that would chase a pretty ruffled up hat that flew off in the wind, trudge knee deep in the mud, and wrestle with a duck for the ribbon. And then curse the breeze though it was just your foolishness of not tying the ribbon tight enough under your chin."

  If I am to be completely honest, I have no idea what any of that meant but it sounded much better in my head. 

 Her body started shaking with laughter, and she started wheezing, falling to her knees. I payed no notice to the people around us, only focusing on her. She had tears in her eyes, and my fingers twitched at the thought of wiping them away, though they were ones of joy. I heard a rip and snorted. Her dress split down the side. 

   I dropped to her level, keeping the smile on my face, only letting it disappear for a fraction of a second when I saw the pain in her eyes. 

  She looked away, perhaps to hide from me. 

"Why, of all things, did you have to compare my recklessness with that of a ribbon and a duck?"

  I snorted, yet again, and toyed with the ring on my thumb.