The Stolen Heart •Aleksander Morozova•

Their first meeting

– Chapter 3
Oh, she knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

And now, so let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

– The sweater weather by the neighborhood

“ Are you hurt Sir?”

‘That voice’  He recognized it..

‘It has to be her’

He looked up, gray met brown, the woman of his dreams was now right in front of him..

His soulmate has made her appearance,

His eyes gaze at her features, from her eyes to her lip. Such an adoring lip he could feel himself wanting to taste it with his own.

He was walking through an ordinary camp to clear his head of the dream he had, not expecting meeting his dream in front of him now. Of course with accidentally bruising his hand from crashing a nearby barrel and slicing his hand.

What was she saying? He can't seem to think straight now. He's sinking into some sort of current, upended and dragged through a dense, slow moving fire. her lip…

“Sir” her voice snapped him out of his trance, she looked worried and tired.

‘My poor dear’ he said to himself. He will make sure when she comes back with him no work will fall upon her. He will make sure there will be someone to serve her.

“ It is just a scratch, no harm has come, “ he said, raising his hand toward her.

“If you don't mind sir, i could inspect it, it is a really long scar” She said worriedly covering her face.

How could he refuse…..

With that he let her lead the way back to her camp, where she will try to observe his scratch.

_____ Milene’s camp_____

He observes the room briskly, it feels small inside. There's a small plant with a hint of lavender. The scent was warming,welcoming just like her.

“ You can sit on the bed sir, I'll just bring the bandage and the antiseptic. Hopefully the scratch hasn't infected anything.”

He sat patiently waiting for her, quietly observing her. She truly is beautiful. Even with the dark scenery the moon did it justice. How he has dreamt about this moment, it really makes him sound love sick, that thought did not bother him as now His soulmate turns her back , walking toward him with the medical kit in her hand.

Slowly she sat on the chair near the bed, moving closer to the man putting the medical kit on her lap. “ I’m gonna put some antiseptic first, it may sting a bit” she warned. He smiled, “ thank you for the concern but im doing just fine, with you taking care of me”. She blushed

Taking care of a little scratch was always easy and isn't time consuming, but she didn't know why. This felt really long and just the way the man was staring at her made her feel so nervous.

“ My name is Milene,'' she said. To make things not so soundless. As she tends his scratch.

“ Aleksander,” the man replied. He could feel from the way she touched his hand. Power running through her hand, being a human amplifier himself has its own advantage. He felt his scratch had healed in a single touch, with both hands grabbing the woman's hand to stop her doing.  “ You’re a healer,” he states.

Milene nods, “ I am, I hope you can keep this a secret, Aleksander, I don't want to be captured by the General.”

“ Why can I ask? Being a grisha has its benefits, you get to live in the little palace, enjoy the life of luxury.

“ It may have ensured my life, but my life would be dull without my friends and brother.”
They chat the whole night together, small talk turns into a relaxing conversation. Milene didn't know why but she felt safe with him, talking with him seemed effortless. His attention was on her all the time. His eyes soften,  his charming smile.

It feels perfect, for him. Spending the night getting to know her. Her adorning eyes filled with curiosity as he told his story as a soldier. He may not open alot about him, not giving his real identity as General kirigan. Tomorrow may be different.

The night was ending, neither of them felt tired at all, but they knew it time to part way. She offered to escort him outside, but he declined. Not wanting to bother her any longer.

He kissed her goodnight on the forehead. Till tomorrow they shall meet again.

This time with determination he will bring her back with him, the easy way or the hard way.