Chapter 111: Uncontrollable
Evanna found herself once again sitting across from prince Arawn at the table and chairs on the prince’s balcony. The sun was beaming down on them while the breeze gently blew across their faces bringing with it the scent of the flowers in full bloom around them. The meals they had differed by a lot in comparison. Where Arawn had a large, cooked breakfast, Evanna stuck to porridge and fruits.
Even though she had not eaten for four days, it seems the prince already knew she still could not eat much. Her illness had passed, but her stomach shrunk, making even her porridge seemingly heavy. So, she stuck to the grapes, blushing as she glanced at Arawn and the fleeting smirk she saw on his face. That was right, when she first got there, he.. served her some grapes.
Evanna almost choked again after feeling flushed, but she looked to the view and sipped on her water. Arawn chuckled and refilled her glass of water up again after she placed it back down and looked at her hands.
"Arawn.." She glanced up to see his gaze trailing across her features. She stopped after their eyes locked, and for a long minute, she couldn’t look away from the striking hues of blue in his eyes. They were so alluring, Evanna felt as though she would drown in those cool, pleasant pools quite happily.
It was then she also realised how he, too, was staring back at her. Her cheeks heated up to a rosy hue, and she looked down at her food. "What you went through for the last four days is what all elves go through when their powers are awakened."
Evanna looked back up at the prince. The embarrassment she felt all but swept away with the wind as she processed what he said. "So, it was bound to happen.." She murmured before reaching for her drink and taking a sip. She held the glass in between her hands and stared back at Arawn.
"My mother said she kept a close eye on me while I grew up. I assume that it can happen any time?" She queried as her finger started to tap on the side of her glass.
Arawn’s eyes were on the glass before he drew them away and looked back at her again. "That is correct. The last chance of someone receiving their gift is when they are eighteen," He replied before glancing back at her hands again.
Evanna’s brows drew together, and she looked down. "Oh! Your highness, you should have said something. I apologise for my lack of manners," Evanna said in astonishment and looked around, panicked for a servant to come to the table. Unfortunately, it was only them on the balcony. She had accidentally taken the prince’s drink.