His retreat was felt as chaotic turmoil in his overwhelmed chest.
An escape. One he had never thought he would do so cowardly from his beloved woman… Made the Prince's embarrassment enhance as he leaned on the wall framing her balcony's window.
'This time… I truly simply lost a chance… Yet I could not resist it, lovely woman…!' — The troubled Zeleskiaz thought as his hand muffled his own mouth that knew could slip words from the strong sensations from the recall of her exquisiteness. — 'Such beauty is…'
"Unfair, my love…" — Pained by his instincts, a deep exhalation spread the longing words so the night of brilliant moon could listen. — "... My crave will be damned…"
Straightening to pace around the balcony, Zeleskiaz inhaled ashamed by his lack of resistance when against the woman, and once again, ignorant of what to do with himself, he came to support his weight while laying hands on the railings of a platform he did not wish to leave yet.
