He asked River what Sofias favourite flower was and the answer he got was every single one and so he made it his mission to send a different flower to Sofias room every single day.
Today it was a rose, a pink rose. The next day it was a yellow one, the following day it was a red one then an orange one, a white one but a note was attached to the white one and when Sofia read it she didn't understand a thing for the hands that wrote this were hands of a poet but she couldnt deny that it was beautiful.
It read;
But what is a thorn to protect if the rose has died, oh holy light, resurrect your rose and give the thorn purpose.
She turned the paper around and saw another messenge but this one was more of an instruction;
Meet me at your holy temple, where you are a goddess and nature your disciples.
It didnt take Sofia long to figure out what he meant by holy temple as there was only one place that gave Sofia life and that was everywhere where nature thrived and in this case the gardens.
She didn't know whether to go or not as she still felt frightened by the man who was now her mate but at the same time he was trying to gain her forgiveness and she didn't want to make him upset by not recognising his efforts plus he gave her more chocolate cake and so with that she rises from her position on the bed and makes her way to the garden.
She walked deeper into the garden looking for the dark being that was also known as Lucian. She could feel her nerves growing with each step she took.
She found him by the fountain sitting on the bench his back towards her front staring at the wide forest infront of him.
At first she though he hadn't heard her coming but the boom of his voice proved her otherwise. "I thought you wouldn't come." His voice was deep and set in a whisper, it sent shivers down her body, of pleasure she wasn't sure.
"N-no I'm here." She whispers not knowing what more to say. She stood still, almost frozen with nerves.
"Mmh...come sit." He hums his voice silky and gentle and soft so not like the vicious king who almost killed her because he feared his own emotions.
As if under a trance she moves to the bench and sits next to him although at a further distance.
She was still scared. He noted with much pain.
He didn't want her to be tense and on guard in his presents, he didnt want her to fear him and maybe that was the reason why he spoke the words of art, to calm her or maybe his beating heart;
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice." As he spoke his voice was gentle and caressing, even though speaking words of hate.
"What does it mean?" Sofia whispers after a while. The peom was beautiful a daunting kind of beauty much like the speaker.
"It is a peom by Robert Frost. Not one of his best but a particular favourite of mine, it groups the world into two-- those who are ruled by desire...greed and those ruled by hate and envy and how all this will be our demise." He says staring into the thick expension of trees blocked by the water fountain.
"People are evil, there is a thick veil of darkness that is wrapped around everyone. We are sinners, we can't help it of course some more then others... but you, on the other hand, you are...confusing." he continues, whispering the last part.
Sofia sat there, no longer fearing the man besides her but instead she was awed by his rawness, by his smarts, his beauty his humane-ness something she found that she liked.
Maybe monsters too have good somewhere in them for darkness cannot be darkeness without light.
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