Their shallow breaths was the only thing each of them could hear. They were breathing in and out, eyes locked together and only separated by a hair's distance.
Aeric understood it now. It had gotten to Alzera. All her life, she'd been taking charge, leading the way, bending others to obey her own rules and orders. Aeric on the other hand, he was the only one who had challenged her.
He had disobeyed her orders and followed his own moral judgment, he had insisted on helping her even when she told him otherwise. To her, he was just a poor boy from the smaller villages and yet he had the courage in himself to do what he wanted despite what she said.
So the chance presented itself to Alzera, and Aeric's brilliant, charming words helped solidify the opportunity. She didn't want to be in control anymore, she wanted to be controlled.
And Aeric was the perfect person to do it.
