@constellarisâ said:
She had been away for so long that part of her wondered if he would still remember her.  Waiting until she was certain Ephraim was settled in his chambers for the night it was only then that the demoness made herself known,  seated upon the windowsill with an almost  embarrassed  expression as fingers toyed with long,  dark locks.
" Um ... Â I know it's been a while and all ... " Â Nethalia began, Â unable to bring herself to meet his gaze. " I'd understand if you're mad at me for being gone so long ... Â But there wasn't a day you weren't on my mind , Â you know ? "
Ephraim looked up from the bed, eyes widened as he sat up immediately, gazing at her from where he was. At first, he wasnât even certain if it was truly her. Perhaps just a dream or some figment of his imagination, but it didnât take him long to realize this was real, especially with how nervous she seemed, not even able to look him in the eyes...and any dreams heâd had about her since the last time heâd seen her were nothing like that.
He wanted to ask if heâd done something wrong, he wanted to ask where the hell sheâd been, wanted to ask why, wanted to break down, wanted to hide, wanted to make her promise to never do that again...but what he needed took precedence over what he wanted.
The mostly undressed prince moved out from underneath the bed, striding toward Nethalia and pulling her away from the windowsill, kissing her on the lips for a few blissful moments, his breath ragged when he pulled away and whispered in her ear.
âI need you, Nethalia...please...â

















