DELICATE || TEWKESBURY [1]

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➷ DELICATE ࿐ྂ
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ix. Dukestorie

HER HEART FLUTTERED IN A way that it replaced the shards with something warmer, gentler. Though she felt intoxicated by it, it remained a strange feeling all too familiar to be missed by her knowledge. Her stomach wanted to grumble although it didn't, pouring acid to every butterfly that endured it as an adrenaline rush paid her body and soul a visit. Y/N's cheeks turned red, crimson as her ears.

She tried to hold back a smile, but no matter how hard she forced herself to pull a serious face, her lips did a curve.

"Tewkesbury," she said in a hushed tone as she chuckled slightly.

The next thing she did was swift and was barely even thought of. It was like an instinct to rush and hug him with glee. The boy accepted her embrace in wide open arms as he wrapped his arms around her tightly.

With that, she pulled back. "How did you find me?" She questioned. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket and opened the lid at the bottom handle.

"A note was inside." He said and handed her the knife.

"Clever, isn't it? That is one of the knives my mother told me to carry around." The girl said and took the sharp object.

"You have quite the smart mother," he replied and looked at her. "I'm so glad I found you." He finished.

"Why have you?"

"I can't lose you again." The Viscount uttered. Y/N couldn't find the words to reply. She was confused and lost.

"Again? Whatever do you mean?" She looked at the dagger, then her eyes returned to his, giving his line of sight more focus. His head lowered to his anxious fiddling fingers.

"The lace. I found the lace." He said.

"The white lace?" He nodded and took a deep breath.

"I also found the flower pendant. It has our initials. I remember giving it to you." He elaborated.

"It can't be. The boy's name is Dukestorie, not  " "  Tewkesbury?"

"Indeed!" she exclaimed.

"But you must have forgotten or mispronounced it over the years! Just think about how similar they are." He said.

"But   if you are the boy in the flower field, what was the first flower you gave me?", she asked.

"A daisy. For innocence and purity." He answered. Her eyebrows furrowed in shock and belief.

"You are him, aren't you?" she queried. The Viscount chuckled and nodded. "Why didn't you come back?"

"My father. He told me I'm not allowed to anymore for some reason I don't have the knowledge of until now. He said it was business, that he found a better way to ensure us a better life. If I had known, I would have begged more," he mumbled. Y/N's eyes were glossy.

"I thought I'd never find you again," she breathed out. "And here you are standing right in front of me."

"That knife I also gave you, that was the most precious thing I owned back then. When you told me you liked knives, I wanted to give it to you."

"Why?"

"I knew you needed it more than I. Turns out I was right." Tewkesbury said.

"This is bizarre!" Y/N exclaimed. "A lot of things happened in just a matter of minutes. It's hard to take in. How did my father not notice you being in that box?" she asked.