When hearts meet

Chapter 3 ~ Breakfast

Brion wasn't nervous at all, as he walked into the dining room and saw her entire family sitting at the large table.
He stopped in front of the oak wooden table and scanned the room, as he always did. On his left, a wall of windows that let in the sunlight, which illuminated the light marble floor, gave it a glow. On the ceiling hung chandeliers made of antlers. They seemed very old, as if they had hung there from the moment the castle was build, thousands of years ago. On the right side of the table, stood a huge fireplace, warming the room. Above the fireplace, hung a enormous art piece. His breath caught in his throat as he stared in the way too realistic eyes of a white stag.
"That's the lord of the North," Ciana said to him, standing beside him. He pulled his eyes away from the painting to look at her. "It's absolutely beautifully made."

"Lets sit," she whispered to him.
He followed her.
Ciana sat down on the right side of the table, next to Lysandra. He was about to sit down next to her, but halted. There was no way that he was gonna fit in that comfortable looking chair, without hurting his precious and sensitive wings.
"Something wrong, Brion?" The heir of the Night court looked up to the golden haired fae male. "Nothing that can't be fixed." He gave Fenrys an lazy grin and clicked his fingers.

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Ciana held back a laugh at Brion's nonchalance. He acted as if he was the only one in the room, acted as if it was the most normal thing to do, to just summon a chair out of thin air.
"That's, impressive," she said, staring at the special made chair. That's not the only thing that's impressive princess," he said as he winked at her.

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Strike one, he thought, as a low but fierce growl left the king's mouth.
"Watch yourself boy," Rowan growled at him. He smiled back, scanning the room to see Queen Aelin burst out in laughter. At least she had a sense of humor. He decided to take it a step further. "Don't worry Rowan. I didn't mean THAT, you naughty male. I meant my wings."

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Oh, Aelin was almost peeing herself. She had always loved Brion, from the moment he was introduced years ago. But now, he dared to tease her husband and it made her cackle. "You know, Brion. Your mother told me that wings are also an indication for the length of...well, you know." Aelin winked at her daughter, teasing her.
She saw how the the winged male started laughing, giving a sidewards glance to Ciana, who hid her blushing. "Well, my mom told the truth."

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Lorcan stared at Elide, who was staring worriedly at Rowan. She whispered, only for him to hear. "He's gonna rip the poor boy's head off." Lorcan smiled, looking at his friend. "You're probably right." Elide rolled her eyes and decided to interfere. "So, who would like some tea?"

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Ciana could hug her aunt. She saved the day, yet again. She knew exactly when to interfere and when not to. She shot the lady a quick smile. "I want some tea," she said. Elide stood up and walked towards her, stopping in between them. She poured some emerald colored tea in the glass mugs. "Thank you," Brion answered politely.
That's when he noticed.

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Brion looked up at Elide, staring into gentle dark eyes. He furrowed his brows, head slowly tilting to the right. He scanned her body up and down, his eyes lingering on her belly. "Uhm..." Elide murmured uncomfortably, but he didn't register the words. He didn't even know he was staring, until a massive and tall body stepped into his sight, growling: "If you don't stop stating at my wife, I'll rip your eyes out. I don't give a damn who you are."