"Let go of me, ye great big lout! Explain yourself Tidas MacArthur! What the bloody hell is goin' on?! Sense when have ye been a mag-" Skye was cut off by Tidas' finger on her lips.
"Shhhh, sweetheart. If you start yellin', the whole castle will hear you. And that will spoil my surprise for you later," Tidas stared intently into Skye's eyes as he spoke.
Her eyes had stayed that endless blue shade during their little game. It was how he remembered them; before he left. The grey shade he saw yesterday when he had stopped the wedding had made his heart feel heavy. Skye's eyes only turned grey like that when she was feeling melancholy. But that was when they were kids, before he had gone off to hone his magic.. Among other things.
