𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈

001

(her pov)

My Leather boots carefully tapped against the stone floor as I glided down the grand staircase with ease.

My Chemise, loosely hanging off my back.

i swung open the Large, wooden door.

Before I knew it my veins were bulging against my pale skin and the icy air penetrated my lungs.

"Took you long enough.." a deep tone swiftly followed by a soft amount of pressure on my shoulder flooded my senses.

"Hmph..I assumed you'd be happier." The sound of my own voice made goosebumps appear on my bare arms.

I smoothly turned my body, slightly, twisting my expression to a small smile as I took in the shape of his face.

Xavier's sharp Jawline, capable of slaughtering even the thickest of skins.

His dirty brown hair, curtaining his forehead perfectly.

His striking obsidian eyes, glimmering in the moonlight.

The kind yet lustful smirk, tugging at the corners of his lips-

"It's rude to stare." Said he, teasingly.

I was about to apologise but I realised my power over him, I returned the smirk and straightened my somewhat relaxed posture.

"And it's rude to speak so informally to your kingdoms Princess" spoke I, raising my head proudly at the title I held.

"Touché" With one last breath he pulled me closer, "so are you going to train me? Or shall we just stand in the dark like motionless puppets?"

My own breath hitched as he pulled me closer, I didn't dare move nor pull away.

"Patience." Is all I would allow to escape my lips, the air off confidence in the mere word made him grin.

"Foolish Woman- you know I possess nothing of the sorts." He responded as he pulled away and withdrew his polished sword from its  shelter.

I chuckled slightly "touché" I half-mocked his accent as he had said the words previously.