Silk and Swords

Falling

Whatever unease I felt around Ivar slowly evaporated during the weeks following the study incident. I had been teaching him how to read, he was catching on nicely. Ivar flirted with me continuously. He winked at me when I caught him sneaking glances at me. It was incredibly hard not to flirt back.

Each day we met in the study, and each day a gleaming smile would greet me as I entered the room. The warmth from him brought safety to me. I had begun to think of him as a great friend. Ivar wasn't ruthless either, not like the stories that floated about the continent. Leaving me in charge of the estate, he only watched over me. Him and his closest men did spend quite a bit of time in the evenings whispering among themselves in the strategy chamber, planning something.

"Edlin?" A ray of sunlight streamed through me as he said my name. My skin burned as he brushed his finger across the scar on my cheek.

I snapped from my daze and focused on the yellowing parchment in front of us. "Yes Ivar?"

"Come with me." He whispered, his touch not leaving me. "I cannot stay here forever. We have to keep pushing into Northumbria."

I tilted my head and locked eyes with him. "To my father?"

He nodded slightly. Ivar's eyes were pure blue and they only lit up for me. "Please don't make me leave you."

I was falling fast, quickly and quietly. I wanted to scream out. The flames that licked up from my soul flared at his words. What was happening to me? Love? I had no idea. For my whole life, I'd been numb. Stuck in complete, cold isolation. And here he was offering to set me free.

I know this chapter was short! I'm sorry but I had sudden burst of  inspiration.
What do you think of her leaving with him?
Is she falling too fast??