Five

As we descended the dark stairs I was amazed that he continued to hold my hand in his. I wouldn’t even dare to admit to myself that I liked the feel of his cool fingers wrapped around mine. The cool touch reminded me of laying down in the morning grass, full of dew. Cool, refreshing, invigorating. I shook my head. Snap out of it, Bryt. Honestly. Anyway, what did he mean when he said that my father arranged this. Wanted this. I’ve never met this man. What is going on?

“What did you mean when you said, my father wanted this?” I asked in the most neutral tone I could muster.

“That will all come in time. You are special, my darling. There is no one in the world like you, let alone this kingdom, and together we will restore it to the glory it deserves. That you deserve. Now, come, let’s go see father.” And with that his pace quickened and I struggled to keep up. He moved gracefully. Effortless, as if floating above the ground. I was mesmerized by him. Watching him from behind, he wore sem