Chapter 112: An Offer
Evanna could not help but be ecstatic by going back to the library and picking up the books written in Muranthian. Though she realised she would still need to be wary, it was still a secret and one shared with the prince. She peeked up at him after hearing his light chuckle. Would he keep this a secret?
"I think it would be wise to rest some more, Evanna. You may be over the fever, but you might collapse again," Arawn replied, stilling Evanna by the concern that flickered across his features. But it went so quickly that Evanna must have been imagining it. He watched her patiently, and she realised she had not responded after pondering on the prince’s actions. "For today, stay in my chambers. I still have work to do, but it would be best if you are in my line of sight," He added.
Evanna nodded and stood up, following him back inside, although she wondered why she was to stay in his chambers. If Rina was with her in the bed-chamber he provided her with, then there was no need for him to keep an eye on her. Unless this was in case, she tried anything, such as escaping with her new powers.
The princess rubbed her hand under her chin in thought about this prospect as Arawn led her to the sofa in his adjoined room. "Do you need the fire lit?" Arawn asked, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Oh, no. I am fine, thank you. Oh.. here," Evanna began to remove his jacket from her shoulders, forgetting briefly it was still draped over her. The prince, however, turned his back on her, not responding to her comment. She was sure he heard her unless he clearly did not want to take it back. The princess did feel a little awkward with it on, but at the same time, it was providing her with a little extra warmth.
With Arawn’s back turned as he collected some letters, Evanna nonchalantly pulled the collar towards her nose and smelled his scent quickly; the woodsy scent made her relax further as she watched the prince. Arawn turned around, and she dropped her hand swiftly before turning her head back, looking directly at the fireplace across from her. Her cheeks heated up in embarrassment at herself and what she did.
Luckily, he did not comment on her action, meaning he did not see it, although he was now observing her and walking directly towards her. "Are you heating up again? *I swore you broke through your fever*," He mumbled as he leaned down and placed his hands against her cheeks. Evanna’s eyes widened at how close they were again, and she leaned further back into the couch.
"Your cheeks have gone quite the loveliest of colours. But you look fine. Why are you blushing so much?" He asked sweetly before he smirked at her.
"Because you are too close!" She replied, flabbergasted and feeling herself get warmer by the second. Then suddenly, a cool sensation spread from the prince’s fingers and across her features.