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Part Fifteen

Ferris

Zaelyn was right. Fraener hadn't come back since he got up but I tried to take my mind off it.

"So you're Ferris, huh?" She hummed, placing down her fork. I suddenly sat up, straightening my back causing her to laugh. "Yes, that's me," I managed to blurt out. She nodded before taking a sip of wine. "I'm Deirdre. The 'Eleventh Sister'." She introduced while waving her hands in a dramatic fashion.

She looked exactly like Fraener and her mother. The only difference being all thirteen sisters had different eye colours. She sighed, her deep scarlet eyes lingering on her glass of wine. "You don't seem that special. I have no idea why Fraener talks about you as much as he does,"

I stared at her wide-eyed, sinking back into my chair. He talked about me? The idea of it made my stomach flip. Apparently my reaction was funny, as Deidre laughed. "Is it good? Or bad?" I asked without a second thought. I sounded nothing like a future king. "Honestly? I zone out most of what he has to say and get my sisters solve his problem for him." She sighed, sinking back into her chair. "However from what I can't help but hear, It's a tidal wave of both."

This totally helps calm my nerves. What did was the reassuring squeeze Zaelyn gave my hand. "Don't take Deirdre too seriously. She enjoys seeing others become nervous wrecks," He mused, adding a small chuckle. I straightened up and slipped my fingers through his while Deirdre and Zaelyn chatted.

Was this wrong? Fraener isn't even present and I'm here holding Zaelyn's hand. Then again I'm only holding his hand, right? "The only person I enjoy watching become a nervous wreck is my brother." She corrected earning a laugh from Zaelyn. His laugh was a sweet as honey and it made me melt into puddy. How had I never swooned over it before?

Suddenly there was a loud crash and all three of us turned our heads in search for the origin. From what I could gather Zuda had somehow flipped his plate, alongside the mountain of food still on it onto Geno and now they were fighting. Zaelyn gave out a frustrated groan making it clear he wasn't amused.

He leaned in closer making my skin tingle, bracing myself for his touch. Maybe 'bracing myself' was a bit much but how else could I explain this weird sensation? "How about we have our chat somewhere less..rowdy. Hm?" He whispered, his cheek lightly grazing mine. "I thought you'd never ask." I replied earning a small chuckle.

He got up and lead me by the hand while I admired the fish twirling about only visible by the candles on the table. The evening air was chilly and the clothes did little to help warm me. Zaelyn stopped at a small clearing not too far from the dining table and sat me down on a small marble bench. He seemed puzzled as he looked down at me unsure of what to say next.

"So, err, the reason we've been acting so... weird is because- well first off I just want to make sure that you know it isn't your fault," he rambled as he began to pace infront of me. He then launched into this long monologue of incoherent things that didn't add up. "You're not the one to blame, okay? That's- that's us."

"Zaelyn could you please get to the point?"

He sighed before biting down on his bottom lip. "Well, it's you."

"Come again?"

"Fuck!"

This 'talk' was meant to clear things up, instead it's only made me more puzzled. I got up and took his hands in mine. I had no idea what I was doing but this sort of natural instinct to comfort him kicked in. "Whatever it is, I can handle it," I spoke softly. He gave a small smile before looking deep into my eyes. I couldn't tell if it was him or something else but I suddenly felt a wave of heat.