Impulsiveness

"You are a treasure. Never forget that." Ileus said with concern in his voice and kissed her forehead.

Her lips parted. No one had told her that and today he made her feel like one. Why was it that she liked being close to him, and found she wasn't at all alarmed at the prospect. It felt… natural.

His fingers trailed her chin and brushed her nape. "You parents fought bravely, but I feel there is more to what meets the eye about Aed Ruad. I always get strange vibes from him. It's just that I can't figure out what is wrong with him."

Anastasia breathed heavily into his chest. "Neither do I. My mother valiantly fought beside my father, but it wasn't enough… Aed Ruad is too strong and cruel. Someone supported him up that day, and I haven't been able to find out who." She tilted her head back and it brushed his face. "I— I miss my parents a lot. They were madly in love with each other." She stopped for a moment to push back the lump that formed in her throat.