I sat at the small round table in the middle of my kitchen. Sitting across me was the angel of death. Long was gone the leather armor, the simple crown, and the dark cape that flowed gracefully behind his figure. He was no longer the Prince, he was Rey.
Just Rey.
I brought the spoon up to my mouth, his set of silver orbs followed my every movement until his gaze was glued to my lips. There was something hidden so deep in those unusual eyes, something old and ancient, something that burnt as brightly as the golden sun amid the darkest of hours. I parted my lips and I could see him suck in a sharp breath. I felt a small smile creep onto my face.
"Are you sure you don't want a taste?" I cocked my head to the side.
