After biding his father goodbye and watching the carriage disappear from the looming castle gate, he returned to his room and decided to take a refreshing bath. Maybe to cool off his sudden confusion.
Darkon stayed in the bathtub in silence for an unknown measure of time. Something was bordering him, he knew it. And he couldn't deny it. His heart was racing; with utter confusion and anger. What is stupidly happening to him?
It was his job right? To protect her from harm and he was going to continue doing that until it will no longer be 'protect her from harm.'
But that was not the cause of his confusion right now. He knew something else bordered him.
What was it?
He felt...unsettled. Confused. Consumed with thoughts.
As the warm bath caressed his body, the images of her flashed in his eyes. First...it all started with an unexpected kiss and he remembered the pain in her eyes when she told him she didn't want wars.
