A Mouse's Tale

Chapter 25

Mouse gently stroked the tall, cream coloured stallion as Vyron tied down his bags on its back. When he was done, he turned to her.

"He likes you," he commented as the horse nuzzled her hand.

"What's his name?" she asked, avoiding all thoughts of Vyron's impending departure.

"Spectrum," Vyron smiled, stroking the great beast as well. "My little brother, Leo, named him. Don't ask me why he decided to call him Spectrum, because honestly? I don't know." He laughed, which became contagious as Mouse began to laugh too. She drew closer to him, placing her hands flat against his chest, remembering the warmth of his skin against hers.

"I don't want you to go," she whispered.

"I know," he sighed, pulling her into his embrace. "I know." He softly kissed the top of head, holding her tight as if he never wanted to let go. She tilted her head up to look at him, the sadness in her eyes earning her a kiss on the lips as he tried to comfort her.

"Don't go," she managed to gasp when their lips finally parted. Instead of responding to her, all he did was kiss her again. Passion flared through her body again as she was reminded of their time together only hours earlier. She never wanted to stop holding him, stop kissing him. His lips were so soft and so gentle against hers, making her go mad with passion. She pressed her lips harder against his, wanting to feel every bit of his love.

"I love you," she whispered as they broke away for air.

"I love yo-" he was cut off as Mouse kissed him again.

When their lips finally parted, their lungs both gasping for air, Lord Penton made his presence known, clearing his throat loudly.

"I believe you should be on your way now," he remarked, looking at Vyron. Lowering his voice he continued, "You do not want to keep your companions waiting."

"Yes, M'Lord," Vyron bowed to him. "Your Majesty." Mouse turned, suddenly realizing that Arya was there too. They had not spoken since Mouse had yelled at her, which she felt ashamed about now.

She's right, she sighed inwardly. It wasn't her place to tell me. It was Vyron's.

"Vyron Queue, it was an honour to have you serve me," Arya spoke clearly and loudly. "I hope that someday you will be able to return and restore your fallen name to its former glory."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," he bowed to he. "I hope that I will be worthy enough to serve you again someday." He turned back to Mouse, running his hand gently along the side of her face.

"I hope that we meet again someday, my fair Lady," he smiled sadly. "You will forever be in my heart."

"As you will be in mine," she replied softly. With pain in his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her one final time. Whenever he tried to pull away, Mouse reached up and pulled him back down into the kiss again. Finally, she let him go, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Goodbye, Vyron," she whispered softly. He gently stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears, before he turned suddenly and mounted his horse. He nodded once more to Lord Penton and Arya, then leaned down and took Mouse's hand and kissed it softly.

"Until we meet again," his musical voice whispered.

Mouse stepped back and watched as he turned his horse around and galloped out of the Courtyard, tearing streaming down her cheeks. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and turned to find Arya beside her, who slowly took her into her arms and held her. In that moment, she didn't care about what Penton would think as she hugged Arya back. All she cared about was the comfort that she was giving her.