"..Don't go there..."
"..."
Izekiel tilted his head, then an amused smile curled his lips.
"Am I the cause of your nightmare?"
Johanna couldn't say anything more. But the tension upon her face was obvious. She was close to him, so close that her warm erratic breaths kissed his neck.
Izekiel slowly lifted his hand and ran his fingers through soft brown locks. The princess was strange, she would be cautious and fearful of him during day and then at night she would get so close.
He glanced out of the window, towards those faraway snowy peaks as his gaze turned distant and deep. A shadow of something dark flickered in the depth of his eyes before he got up and left.
It was his name she whispered when her eyes opened, a heavy feeling had settled in her heart as the faint hazy memories of last night entered her mind.
In the end, Izekiel didn't abandon her...
