(Outskirts of the country Arenelle)
"Something's really not right Niall. I'm-"
May, uneasiness dripping in her voice, she grasps her forehead, seated on the sofa of her great living room.
"She's gonna be alright. She's smart honey."
Niall, May's husband standing beside her caresses her shoulder, calmly affirming the anxious woman.
"You have been repeating those words for forever now. She hasn't called in the last five days Niall. We should head for Erriador, Right Now!" May gets her husband's hands off of her—she stands up in thoughts of coursing towards her room.
"May honey, didn't she give you any of her friends contacts for emergency?" Niall asks. May halts on her steps, turning to face him. May gazes at him, her eyes glistening in tears.
"No. No she told me about only one of her friend. And her neighbour." She declares, sniffing. Niall strides closer to her.
"Well do you know their names?" He queries, to which she nods in response.
"Emma was her name and Red was her neighbour's name." She returns, nodding to herself.
"Emma and Red?" Niall raises his brow.
"Yes yes..." May creases her forehead, trying to discern if the names Neva mentioned were exact as she remembers. Niall cups her cheeks, having their eyes connect. "She's one of them; young and wild. She might be with them. You know, living her youthful life?" Niall attempts to soothe May's aching heart.
May shakes her head, She removes his large and aged hands away from her face.
"It's new years tonight. It must already be the next day in Erriador right now. She would always call me; almost everyday. And her not even calling me to wish today...It's ridiculous she–" "May she might forget." Cutting off her words mid–way, Niall declares, "She has her own world with individuals other than us now." He grabs her hands.
May scoffs at his words, "A world without her aunt May in it. You're a bastard Niall—you know you are. Stabbing my wounded heart; Neva would never fail to remember her aunt." Her tears finally drizzles down her orbs. The corners of Niall's lips lifts; she has always been so sensitive and soft hearted. He gladly wipes her tears away.
"It's all my fault—I should have been more careful. If something goes wrong, what will I do Niall?" The more she drowns in the abyss of her anxious thoughts, she could feel the heart numbing.
"Shh... nothing will go wrong." He rubs her arms soothingly.
"You know I can't see tears in your eyes my love. We shall head out for Erriador tomorrow. I will fix my schedules for the next three days." He brings her frame closer to his chest. Patting her forehead, as she wraps her arms around his waist.
"You sure do?" Her voice muffled, she asks.
"Yes, I sure do." He closes his eyes, resting his chin on the top of her head.
Two of their female servants, passing through the hallway in aims of entering the living room ceases their steps, hiding themselves behind the wall.
Their heads peek out, as their curious eyes perceives their saccharine gestures. Giddy smiles dancing on their lips, they glance at each other.
It was rare; seeing a wife and husband being so in love even after decades of their marriage.
But here there were...their Master and Madam, having their hearts warmed up; eyes dazed in awe absorbing their sweetness. Somewhere deep in their hearts, wishing for them to find the same love someday.