Maxim hopped off the carraige, feeling tired from the day but still happy that he had spent with Eira. And now that her cousin Damien was no longer on his neck, he was enjoying spending time with her even more.
The young elf would often times almost laugh at himself, whenever he thought of the situation that he was in. Here he was, practically an assassin sent to ruin Eira's life, and her whole family as well, but now there was no doubt that he had developed feelings for her, and was slowly becoming protective of her.
Of course this meant that Maxim had by default, abandoned his mission, and at this point, she was ready to face any consequences that came with it.
The dark haired elf walked towards the entrance of the castle that he now called home, but stopped mid stride and turned to look back.
"Is there something wrong my lord?" One of Maxim's guards asked him.