Knowing how uncommon it was for him to be standing on the balcony, Nikolai sighed as he adapted his breathing to the chilly wind that swept on his skin. One might even believe he didn't have one. He even doubted that Ophelia was aware. The idea almost made him smile.
Two clear doors with heavy black curtains draped over them. He made it that way because he anticipated that she would flee. After all, she had wings. She sprang from the railing, her golden wings spread, and her body vanished into the foreboding clouds. He tried to banish that fantasy by closing his eyes.
He had chased after Ophelia to the ballroom that evening, but he was suddenly distracted by someone... Or was it.. something? A smell that attracted him. A fragrance of gentle, newly budding flowers that was contaminated by dew from the previous night. In a world where winter was the only season. Sadly, finding such a smell proved difficult and alluring.
