Before lithia could speak or realize the change in leta, there was a knock on the door which leta was happy to answer with a twist of the door handle. Stefanus and Michael stood side by side, visage switching to emotionless when they realized a tear on leta's cheek.
Not bothering to acknowledge Michaels presence, leta rushed to her room. She was confused at her sudden weakness and the spill of her tear, lithia needed her space, she needed time with King Stefanus and leta knew that, but still her tears selfishly fall.
She finally got to her quarters and slid down her door. Worry overwelmed her at how weak she must have looked before the king.
A knock sounded at the door and Michaels voice followed it. His deep but soft voice hugged her heart and electrifies her caprice, she got up from the cold floor and turned to the door.
She opened the door and knowingly, he stood there waiting for her to enter his space so he could wrap his arms around her. Her hold grew tighter as she felt as though she could not get enough of him, he moved them both into her room and closed the door for privacy whilst still holding her.
"I beg with the absence of my pride that you never take your hold from me in this space and time."
She cried into him. His calm nature was perfect for her fragile state and he stood there until she was able to speak without the interruption of her sobbing.
She made vanish, the droplets of her salty tears with her hand and she shifted under his hold to show she was ok enough to be separated at least a couple inches from him.
He looked into her eyes, his heart broke at her tears that were newly falling, he chased them away with the swipe of his thumb and kissed the spots where they fell. Leta closed her eyes, thinking her lips were going to be the very part of her that would be covered by his warm lips.
She was disappointed but at the same time, she was grateful. Although the kiss would be romantic in this very moment, she was not at all feeling the loss of air lithia spoke so passionately about.
"I love you."
She said, her eyes cautiously making its way to his, she could not read his emotions and he did not show any sign of words to speak.
There was silence but this wasn't an awkward silence, the atmosphere was filled with a mutual level of intense love that leta could feel but she was not sure due to her confusing emotions already jumbled inside.
Michael was deeply trapped, he was trapped between the moment they kissed and the moment where she is now in her immediate senses. He brought her chin up but he could not deliever his end of unspoken love, through the tie of two tongues.
"I wanted to be the first one to say those all important words, but since my gesture was late. I can't admit enough, that I love you more."
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Fantasy(NOT YET EDITED) In the kingdom of Checuria lived the queen who goes by the name of leta. This is the Latin translation of 'the hidden one'. Leta must be summoned on acts of great exigency, she is known as the hidden one because she can only be seen...
