"Serena," comes the Scarlet Prince's voice, eerie and distant in my head, as though speaking underwater. The words barely even sound human. Trembling (although from the cold of fear I cannot rightly tell). I glance up and realising he has not moved another inch towards me, lower my sword a little. Just a little.
"Serena you are glowing." he points out warily, gesturing towards me with a tip of his head, a pale reflection of concern sparkling in his eyes, his face alight with the ruse of stoicism. My heart leaps into my throat. True enough, my skin is indeed glowing, a warm light rebounding off me, mixing with the soft, buttery light of the dying sun.
