I nodded, not being able to say no to him, especially with the face he made. With the mont I felt myself being engulfed in the hug.
I rested my cheek against his chest, relishing the soothing touch of his. My body cald down and I did not want to pull away at all. His hands rested on my back, the middle of it, not at all making uncomfortable by his touch.
The pain in my body dulled a bit. Even though I was not standing rather leaning against Tristan with him holding all my weight I could still feel the pain lessen and my body easing slightly.
"Thank you," he said as he slowly pulled away as his hands now rested on my shoulders, "I needed it after seeing you sick for almost a week. I am slightly calr than before."
He looked the sa, contrary to what he said.
"You do not need to thank ," I shook my head at the end, "I think I needed it as much as you did." It made feel better. How was that possible I did not know but it just made feel better. It made feel at ease.
"Shall we?" I asked with a slight tilt of my head. I still wanted to walk. He nodded and held my hand.
Silence prevailed and the only noise we had was when the wind blew or when a bird or two chirped. It was not easy to let The silence prevail but I wanted to enjoy the beautiful peace and nature after being stuck in a room for 6 days.
Six days. . . I knew what I had to say to Tristan because he deserved it.
"I apologize for not listening to you," I peeked at him before looking away, "I should have rested when you told too."
"I. . " He began, "after much consideration I think I was at fault as well. It was obvious that you never had a wound like that. You were also not aware of the blood loss you had which is why you were highly careless."
"I know I think you should have gone with the chains," I joked and he looked with an raised eyebrow,
"Perhaps I will."
I looked away. Maybe it was the best to not tempt him at the mont. My eyes move to the sun setting, and half of it had disappeared into the trees.
I stop walking and just stared at the site in front of . How long has it been for to take ti out and just stare at the sun? I used to watch the sunrise with estelle and now I wonder if she was aware of my position or not.
"You look like you are reminiscing." He comnted and I nodded with a smile on my face.
"I just rember that every morning my elder sister Estelle and I would watch the sunrise together." I told him. "I think after our mother passed away we just settled into it as a habit." When I glanced at him I found him to be looking at with the curious expression. "Why then?"
"When the day mum was to be buried ca we both were unable to fall asleep and we watched the sunset. Sohow watching it together cald us down and we just started doing it." I loved it.
He nodded it was silent for a so ti before I asked, "how did your mum pass away?"
He humd. "Beloveds cannot stay without there are the half for much long. She gave birth to and after soti she passed away."
"Your father?" He nodded. "What of him then?"
"He was poisoned my his wife."
My eyebrows shot up. "What?" I scoffed in incredulousness. "Is your mother not supposed to be his wife?" Why would she poison her husband when at the end of the day that could be the reason of her passing away too?
He chuckled as he shook his head. "Not really, he was married when my mother t him. She would have never tried to break up a marriage but she only received one beloved in her life and she wanted to give it a try. If my father had asked her to go away she would have left him alone with his human family."
"So he agreed?"
"Yes," Tristan looked at , "He did."
"And the wife knew?" That was sad.
"She did." He confird. "But instead of asking my father for divorce or continue living as if nothing happened she resorted to poison my father when my mother had in her."
And his mother passed away too. "How old were you?"
He looked up at the sky. "Not much, perhaps I was just a day or two old. That woman had n burn my mother and the only thing everyone was thankful about was that she had given birth to but days prior."
He was rely days old? Not only that but his mother was burned!
This must have brought back unwanted mories for him just like it did to whenever soone ntioned Queen Cynthia.
I looked down and took my shoes off. I had trouble with the right one. Tristan need down and took my shoe of my feet as he looked up at . "What is the matter? Shoes not comfortable?"
"They are," I tell the truth, "but let’s work barefoot."
"Why?"
I shrugged, "no reason but I just want to do it." It had been a very long ti since I had been this careless. But sohow in his presence I had no problem in doing this.
He sighed and took off his shoes. His pale feet were on the grass. And I could not help but admire them. How in the world did the n have pretty feet?
"Now what?" He asked with a resigned look on his face.
"Nothing," I said as I looked back to the sunset, "now we stay." Just him and , together.
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