Lyubov Moya

Chapter 9

Midnight.

Letticia cannot sleep, so she decided to silently walk to the balcony she found earlier.

Nikolai is still nowhere to be seen but observing him he'll most likely pop out of nowhere like he always do.
Sigma is too tired to accompany her but he dropped by to say hello earlier.

That creepy skewer man is a bit noisy demanding her to leave his company. What a jerk.. does he know that he's talking to a real life Princess? Well no one knows so.. Anyways he's too talkative to be with so no.

She found a small round chair in the corner so she decided to rest on it for a while just until sleep boop her nose.

The waves crash on the shore like the melody of her old music box back home. The wind tried to lull her to sleep but her eyelids won't drop.

"Can't sleep little puppy?" A familiar but strange voice spoke from behind her.

Fyodor Dostoevsky. The man who won't show himself for the past few days stood beside her in all of his glory. His dark hair dancing like her gold locks. He still wear that fake smile that disturbs her a lot.

"Where have you been?" She bore her eyes on his purple ones.

"Why? Miss me?" He propped his chin on his left hand as he look back at her with the same intensity.

"No." She frowned averting her gaze from him.

"Hm.. I hear from kolya that you're looking for me."

"Lesson learned, do not trust clowns." She mentally note.

"Why Kolya? Is that his real name? Nikolai is his name right?" she asked.

"Calm down Princess.. You see we grew up in the same orphanage so we're pretty close." He put his arms on his pocket.

"Is that so.. So it's like his nickname," She nod. "Well they call me in many ways.."

Silence.

"Orphanage? So you're an Orphan?" She asked remembering the word he previously mentioned.

"Yes, Is that a bad thing?"

"No not really." He look at her face, it soften.

"You're pitying me are you?" His voice lowered.

"Nope, I just—I admire you guys.." She Bury her face on her arms, she looked at her right staring back at his eyes with such shine.

"Admire?"

"Yes, I don't have a Mother, My Father and Sister are always there for me though.." she remembered the time where she and the others spend time together. "You manage to live by yourself and I can't even imagine living without my Family when I was a kid.." she let out a humourless laugh.
"Hey Fyodor?"

"What?"

"Sorry for invading your space last time when.."

"We're all good." He replied.

"Can I have your permission to touch you?" she straight forwardly asked.

"Do you know how tempting it sounds?" He chuckled referring to something dirty.

The Lady realizing the double meaning between her words flushed red.
"I mean—I—Literally? I want to touch you like.. touch you for example placing my hand on your cheeks or—"

"You look adorable.. Like the puppy you are."

"Stop calling me puppy.. I'm not a pet."

"Then what should I call you?" He asked.