23.Apr.18, 05:17 PM
The stars were twinkling so brightly tonight.
Kaylira lay on her back on the grass, gazing up at the night sky. Perhaps she shouldn't have come out here with such an important guest staying with them, but she had not been able to resist. While temperatures never dropped too low in the tropical climate of Southern Boll, it did get chilly enough in the winter that it wasn't comfortable to study the stars outdoors. She needed to take advantage of the warm evenings while she could.
As she watched the glittering constellations, she thought about Lord Therion. He had come to court her sister Selyana and she had envied her for having the chance to become a Lady of a major Hold. When he had arrived, her father had introduced both of his daughters to him, and Kaylira had thought that he was quite handsome, despite being twenty years her senior. Selyana would be lucky indeed if he decided to marry her.
Though he had been cordial to both of them, she had sensed a deep sadness within him that he was obviously trying to hide. During dinner, she had told funny stories hoping to cheer him up and she had been rewarded by a few slight smiles. Afterward, he had asked Selyana if she would like to hear him play his violin. They had retired to the music room and she had not seen either of them since.
They would both be in their separate chambers now, getting ready to retire for the night. How had they gotten along, she wondered? Would Lord Therion make arrangements to marry Selyana tomorrow morning? Or had there been no sparks between them? She rather hoped that her sister had not charmed him, but she didn't know why and felt guilty for even thinking it. Yet it was the truth, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
The steady cadence of footsteps brought her out of her reverie, and she sat up just as Lord Therion himself rounded a sculpted topiary and came into view. What was he doing in the garden at this time of night and what would he think of her being outside so late? He would probably believe she was completely daft. “My lord,” she said, her voice a bit breathless. “I didn't think anyone else would be in the garden tonight. Do you often take late night strolls?”
Kaylira lay on her back on the grass, gazing up at the night sky. Perhaps she shouldn't have come out here with such an important guest staying with them, but she had not been able to resist. While temperatures never dropped too low in the tropical climate of Southern Boll, it did get chilly enough in the winter that it wasn't comfortable to study the stars outdoors. She needed to take advantage of the warm evenings while she could.
As she watched the glittering constellations, she thought about Lord Therion. He had come to court her sister Selyana and she had envied her for having the chance to become a Lady of a major Hold. When he had arrived, her father had introduced both of his daughters to him, and Kaylira had thought that he was quite handsome, despite being twenty years her senior. Selyana would be lucky indeed if he decided to marry her.
Though he had been cordial to both of them, she had sensed a deep sadness within him that he was obviously trying to hide. During dinner, she had told funny stories hoping to cheer him up and she had been rewarded by a few slight smiles. Afterward, he had asked Selyana if she would like to hear him play his violin. They had retired to the music room and she had not seen either of them since.
They would both be in their separate chambers now, getting ready to retire for the night. How had they gotten along, she wondered? Would Lord Therion make arrangements to marry Selyana tomorrow morning? Or had there been no sparks between them? She rather hoped that her sister had not charmed him, but she didn't know why and felt guilty for even thinking it. Yet it was the truth, no matter how much she tried to deny it.
The steady cadence of footsteps brought her out of her reverie, and she sat up just as Lord Therion himself rounded a sculpted topiary and came into view. What was he doing in the garden at this time of night and what would he think of her being outside so late? He would probably believe she was completely daft. “My lord,” she said, her voice a bit breathless. “I didn't think anyone else would be in the garden tonight. Do you often take late night strolls?”