Chapter 119: The Teacher: Part Two
"*Your highness! *" Cedric and Anwel exclaimed, flustered after seeing Evanna drowsy and falling asleep in the prince’s arms.
At their appearance, though, Evanna forced her eyes open. She still could not believe Arawn was carrying her in public. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and she could see only a few nobles left. It did seem to be near dinner time, so that was why the gardens were not as busy. But still, they gossiped, and rumours would fly around.
But her exhaustion overruled her embarrassment. Surely, their rumours would not be vulgar and could possibly be a simple one of the crown prince’s guest falling ill?
"* What happened? *" Garrett demanded, seeming to magically appear before them. But Evanna knew it was because she was not in her right mind at the moment; he was probably just to the side and appeared before them.
"* She fainted. Block off the hallways leading to my quarters. If anyone sees, explain that she fainted and has not been feeling well, *" Arawn commanded. Garrett bowed and ordered Anwel to follow him, leaving Cedric as the prince’s personal bodyguard until they made it to his quarters. Evanna smiled gently at Cedric’s worried expression as his gaze locked with hers momentarily.
But his eyes flicked up to the prince, and he straightened and looked away, appearing to scan their surroundings. Evanna knew Arawn probably glared at him, but she had no energy to look up and check his chiselled face. She also refrained from giggling because the prince really did not need a bodyguard; not only was he an extremely talented swordsman, but he had many gifts. Gifts that reached their full potential.
"* Why did she faint, your highness?*" Cedric asked. His voice made Evanna snap her eyes open. She did not realise she must have dozed off. Her surroundings had changed, and she was now being carried through Arawn’s bedroom doors that swung open magically, most likely being one of Arawn’s gifts. He placed her gently on the sofa, ignoring Cedric’s question and instantly brought a grape to her lips.
Evanna blinked and stared at the prince. Arawn was leaning over her, one knee bent on the sofa, an arm behind her head as she let the fruit graze her lips. He was staring at her intently, his icy blue gaze locked with hers, waiting for her to obey his silent command. Evanna parted her lips, accepting the grape.
"* You need to eat more sugar,*" He whispered as he gently stroked the back of her head while he grabbed a few more grapes and helped her to eat them. After the fifth grape, Arawn broke his spell and looked away from her. Evanna realised then that there was a tray full of fruit on the coffee table; he must have ordered the servants to set it up as he brought her to his room.
She felt slightly better, though she wanted to sleep more than anything.