Miraric

11| Wait of the Stars.

Miranda was all that he could think about.

Even with death looming and creeping over the roof of Elisora Palace, all he could think about was Miranda Moon Ezèrian.

Her hands curled around his hair, her hands on his waist, her hush breaths against his lips, her little smile that he could feel while kissing her, her damped hair that smelled like earth and all of her and then before he could even know, he was smiling for no reason, making him shake his head.

He instantly rose to his feet from his bed as he faced the mirror which was placed in front of him. It'd been hours but he could still see tint of redness splattered across his cheeks and ears, his brown eyes dilating every time he thought of Miranda. He noticed his raven hair all messy, some locks of hair scattered in abnormal places, making him fix them using his slender fingers.

Some stands of his dark hair fell over his forehead and he was about to push them away when he remembered how Miranda had once said that he looked more better with his hair falling over his forehead and eyes, making him stay the same.

He tried to smile at himself as he saw how the corners of his lips slowly turned upward but his smile wasn't artificial for too long, as he smiled immediately when he remembered how Miranda had once told him that she loved it when he smiled, that she felt like her heart was warming up whenever he smiled at her.

His eyes landed on his throat where a silver chain was hanging, the chain bright because of the reflection of the sunlight coming from his window. He took the chain in his hand, grazing the little crescent shaped by Miranda herself and before he even knew it, he was smiling at it, remembering how Miranda had given it to him on his last birthday, when he had turned nineteen.

He had taken the chain gratefully, with wide eyes, for that was the first time someone had ever given him a present and ever since then, he'd it on himself. He had it on while he was sleeping, eating, showering, when he was with her and then he decided he'd have it on him for as long as he lives.

"You are going to have it on you for the rest of your life?" Miranda laughed when he heard that from him.

"If there was a thing called forever, then I would have it on me for forever as well," was Edric's calm reply and Miranda couldn't help but smack his arm, chuckling and Edric had to remind himself to breath again and calm his heart.

He didn't even realise when he was laughing at the memory and after realising he was laughing at nothing like a madman, he began to shake his head when the door of his room burst opened, revealing his older brother, Eric.

"What were you grinning for?" He asked, not bothering to knock. "The kingdom is falling apart, father is in the brink of death because of you and here you are, being the burden that you are and spending time with that witch!" he lashed out, stepping forward towards Edric.

Edric faced him, his eyes darkening. "She's not a witch!" he glared at his brother.

Not all Ezèrian want destruction. There are good among them as well. Not all of them are same. He wanted to say the same thing that he always did — he wanted to tell him that not all of the Ezèrian want to terrorise over their lands, not all of them wanted them dead, that there could be harmony among them — he wanted to say those same things again but he didn't.

Instead, he stepped closer to his brother, his heartbeat quickening as he met his eyes and for the first time, he could see how cold his brother's eyes were. He stood in front of him, his heart beating fast as he wondered if he should say what he wanted to say and after mustering all of his courage, he did, his voice dark, lacking emotion.