Chapter 69: The Balcony
With the doors slammed behind her, Evanna leaned against them; her breathing was heavy as though she had been sword fighting for hours. She closed her eyes to calm her thunderous heart, only to snap them open once again after visualising prince Arawn behind her eyelids.
Yes, he’s handsome, now move on, Evanna.
Pushing off from the doors, Evanna sighed and shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts of the elven prince. She walked forwards and collapsed on the bed, rolling over so she faced the canopy of the bed, her arms flung by her head, and her dark locks fanned out beside her.
Her mind was still consumed by thoughts of Arawn. As much as she tried, she could not shake him off. She could not fathom her own bodily reactions to such a ruthless man.
Every little cold touch of his made her flustered, and his gaze left her skin aflame. Was this because he intimidated her? Even looking at his bare chest and muscular arms, she found herself stuck on the spot, unable to look away. Her cheeks heated at her own actions this evening.
Evanna had taken the bait and followed him into his room, his room! The shame! And not only did she follow him by herself but to stop and gawk at his approaching half nakedness. Evanna placed her hands over her eyes; her reputation could have been ruined from that very action if she had one in such a place.
A knock at the door interrupted her swirling thoughts; she sat up and pulled herself towards the edge of her bed, fretting over her hair, before calmly composing herself and folding her hands in her lap. "Come in," She softly raised her voice, loud enough for it to travel to the double doors and the person behind it.
Slowly, the door opened, and Rina entered. Evanna’s brows furrowed at the handmaiden, with her heart sinking, but she did not know why. At Evanna’s expression, Rina smiled gently, "His highness requested for your meal to be sent to you." Evanna glanced down at Rina’s hands and blinked her eyes in confusion at the golden cloche covering a plate.
Evanna stood and began to gesture towards the room but stopped her hand movement; the room was still foreign to her. She had yet to be accustomed to it and to scout it out. Rina took a few steps and paused, "Would you like to eat at your table or on the balcony?"