Chapter 2 In which the girl falls in love?

I Simply stared at Him. Watched him struggle, his face a myriad of emotions. Sadness,loss, even confusion. Slowly, my footsteps soundless as I made my way to him pulled by an imaginary string.

I could feel a charge in the air around us, crackling alive. What were those words he said?

Steady Azura..don't move to quickly I told myself. I was afraid that if I moved to fast something bad would happen. Chaos would erupt causing a maelstrom of trouble.

The sound of my dress swaying seemed louder than the silence around me. I kept my eyes on his wild ones, his struggles becoming less and less with each step. It was like approaching a wild animal that was hurt.

A foot away, I stopped, my hands bunching my skirts as I squeezed and let go,suddenly unsure.

" Let him go, he won't hurt me."

My aunt hesitated, before slowly unraveling herself from his heaving body, stepping back just enough in case she needed to grab him again. I turned to Roarke, who remained silent throughout the exchange. He was still staring at my father with an unreadable expression. Shifting movement took me back to the person before me.

Little King. I watched him pull his shoulders back, and draw himself up to his full height, before steadily making his way towards me. My heartbeat fluttering against my ribcage. It felt too intense and ominous. I wanted to back away and hide behind my father again. You sure are so stupid Azura I tell myself. Too late to do anything but wait to see what happens.

"A rún mo chléibh mo chroí" he says softly.

I can only stare up at him in a daze. He made no move to touch me. I became frustrated, no idea how to reply or act.

" He means-" Roarke began.

"Oh love of my heart, my darling." Finished my mother.

I whipped my head around to my mom, who had come up beside me and I hadn't noticed. My brows pinched questioningly at her. She shrugged delicately, her eyes returning to Roarkes sad bitter ones. Hmm.

The lightest brush against my cheek made me freeze. Turning once more, I opened my mouth to set this boy straight. His eyes were ablaze with emotion setting me on fire right along with him. He smelled like a fierce and brewing storm, and I wanted to dance in it.

" My name is Ronan, Mo' Chroi."

An: ( Gah, swoon worthy. am I right?)