All of his life, 𝗞𝗜𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 was told he will never find his true love. His grandmother would always tell him that "love is weakness" and that he should marry for power and nothing less.
Kit was forced to watch his mother turn into the woman...
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CHAPTER SIX "runaway"
-𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏- 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝘼𝙂𝙊
"𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 place to anyone," Said Kit as Ella followed him, stopping in front of a large wooden door. Ella skipped a head a little to catch up to Kit. Once she was near, he opened the doors and allowed her to enter first. Her eyes widened a bit at the hidden room inside.
A secret garden beautifully decorated with flowers of all colors welcomed Ella and Kit. There was a small bird bath hidden in the corner, along with a stone bench beside it. Kit shuts the door behind him while Ella explores the magical garden.
Ella took notice of a swing, but chose to ignore it and explore the garden more. She turned to see Kit grabbing hold of the swing, gesturing for her to take a seat.
"Please," He says.
"No. I shouldn't," Ella replied.
"You should."
"I shouldn't."
"You should."
"I will," Ella sighed. She made her way to the swing and fluffed out her gown before sitting down. She grips onto both sides of the rope. Kit moves behind her, placing his hands on Ella's.
"May I?" Kit spoke softly into Ella's ear. She nodded instead of speaking as his soft voice and words made her a bit nervous. Kit's hands found the small of her back, giving her a slight push.
Memories of seeing her parents pushing each other on a swing flood her. She used to sit on her mother's lap while her father pushed them. Kit continued pushing Ella on the swing, careful not to push her so hard to where she'd potentially fall off.
Ella felt like she was flying. Both let out a slight giggle.
A soft plink distracted them both when the swing returned Kit to Ella. She looked down to see one of her glass slippers sitting in the grass. Before she could retrieve it herself, Kit grabs it for her.
"It's made of glass," Kit says. He was puzzled at the sight. Surely the glass would've broken while they were dancing. His expression made Ella smile a bit.
"And why not?" Ella questioned.
"Allow me," Kit says. Ella, still seated on the swing, pushed herself a little forward to be just a few inches away from Kit. She gathered up her dress a bit, revealing her foot missing the shoe. Kit slid the glass slipper onto her foot.
"Thank you," Ella smiled.
They stared at each other for what felt like eternity for them. Unknowingly, Ella had moved to be closer to him. If they moved again, their lips would be touching.
