38. Attacked when I wasn't alert
Asterion without answering, simply took a step ahead, closing in the distance between them, before lifting her helmet, her silky locks falling down the shoulder blades.
He bent a little ahead, kissing her forehead. But This kiss was different. If all his previous kisses were gentle like a dew drop settling against some velvety green leaves, then this kiss was a reward, the warmth of sunlight on a cold winter morning.
It was much more than a thousand complimentary words from any other person.
"Was this compliment enough or should I appreciate you some more. Maybe I should go on, this one was too simple to understand-" Asterion teased as Ether felt her cheeks flushing.
"Asterion, stop teasing me." She lowered her head.
"Yes, your highness." Asterion tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.