Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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It was wrong.
But I made sure that no one saw me.
Treading to a place without invitation, in the middle of the night, while letting your silent footsteps leave traces behind you, it was definitely wrong in some way or form. It felt like I was about to commit a crime when I only wanted to apologise for a crime that wasn't exactly my fault but at the same time, it was entirely me to blame.
It had all happened too fast. The arrow that pierced through Zyanna's back, I truly did wish it had got me instead. The letter that followed only ripped open a wound that wasn't even close to healing, and that dancer clearly wanted to bathe in the aftermath of bloodiness.
I just wasn't able to make sense of it anymore. At first, it was a simple but catastrophic chain of events that started off with the escape of a prisoned female that somehow lead to the same female kidnapping the royal messenger who was specifically assigned to investigate her whereabouts. It wasn't a coincidence and at least it made sense, as to why she would kidnap Rayson.
Zyanna didn't factor into any of it. Innocent blood was never meant to be spilt, and I had let exactly that happen.
Amongst all the chaos, I wanted to see her. I had to let her know that it was my fault, and leave her with the promise that I wouldn't let another scar find her body, especially if the reason behind that scare bore my name.
My footsteps came closer to the door that led to Zyanna's room, a guest-chamber near the healer's quarters, where the injured were allowed to rest before they were able to return back to their own normality again.
In a darkness where I could only see the fingers of my shadow wavering with hesitation, I slowly raised my hand to knock the door.
Just as my knuckles were about to graze against the door, it surprisingly opened.
"Prince Elijah?" The startled form of Zyanna stood there, a pleasant smile quickly pinning itself on her face, while she held onto the thick white bandages wrapped all the way around her stomach.
"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to wake you up, I just needed to make sure you were fine," I quickly sputtered out to Zyanna, who usually had the freedom to flutter around the woods as she pleased, was now constricted inside an area she wasn't familiar with; a severe injury being the perfect cherry to decorate the madness.
She sighed, eyeing me with an air of disapproval. "I'm definitely not surprised. You caused the bruise on my feet by slamming into me with a horse, and now a sword straight through the back. Now that I think about it, either of that could have definitely killed me, so I'm glad you controlled yourself and held back."
I sucked in a harsh breath that might have nearly clogged up my lungs with much-deserved guilt, but Zyanna only cocked her head and started to chuckle.
"Your highness, you know itwasn't your fault." Her light laughter faded as a soft smile fell upon her face, after which one of her eyebrows rose up gently. "Unless there is something you would like to confess?" She questioned, with a cheeky look of suspicion.
