Chapter 475
The hands of the Prince grasped the edge of the window, anxious to climb it and fall onto her balcony as he once used to do to aid with her beautiful sound... and he inhaled... deeply the frisky breeze of an Autumn night... inspired by the picture in his mind of the beloved resting below.
"I’m... overjoyed to know you are there... so close... that my hand could easily touch, even if slightly, your wonderous figure... smooth skin... solely if blessed by the gods..." — Immersed in the depths of the romance, Zeleskiaz’s conflicted entrancement frowned to the restraint he was told to keep, closing his lids wishing to obey as he believed would do good for the beloved... yet resigning to the selfishness of a deep craving. — "No... I cannot wait for a blessing... much less until tomorrow."
Climbing the window and jumping with the accustomed skill used to land on the beloved’s balcony, Zeleskiaz left aside every hesitation, hoping to only get a glimpse of the Lady from a distance. And with anxious anticipation, he looked around, aware of the layer a beastly god surrounded the chamber, stepping closer to the glass he would usually tap so she could welcome his visit... only placing his hand over its cold material to sigh entranced by the loveliness of the ambience this protected balcony allowed of the woman.
"... my love..." — Zeleskiaz whispered fascinated by the warmth his senses took in, breathing in the scents of the night and a lady, as well as the sounds of his heartbeats and the ambience of a secret visit... So entranced in the daydream that... his guard did not notice how a balcony’s door opened...
"...?"
Following the movement, his hand was watched as it moved along the glass, turning to look on the edge of it, slightly lower from where his hand rested as a woman’s hand appeared while opening the door further.
"... M... my Lady..." — He stuttered, surprised to meet the woman whose gaze shined to the moonlight as it met his rosy ruby losing the violet, gracefully lifting her corners in a pleased expression while trouble commenced to invade him. — "I- I wasn’t... I did not want to wake you... I..."
"... Are you not coming in, your Highness?"
"... Er... uhm... is it alright? I do not want to keep you from the rest you need..." — While he was talking, Marianne swiftly moved already welcoming his steps into the chamber, soft and warm in her essence... which had woken up with two souls meshed as one.
"It is alright... I... came to this balcony thinking that maybe... like we used to, your call would announce your presence, my prince."