A Kiss of Goodbye
The click of his door opening panicked Arthmael for just a second, before he took Evelyn's sweet jasmines' scent in, and realized she had finally decided to be with him, fully with him. Sure, she was two hours earlier than midnight, and she hadn't met up with him at the secret door in the west wing of the palace, as Arthmael had instructed her, but it was alright. What mattered was that Evelyn was here, and she had chosen him. "My love, you came," Arthmael whispered, taking only two steps towards Evelyn before she raised her hand, as a sign for him to stop. Arthmael narrowed his eyes at her, not getting a thing. Has something gone wrong? he asked himself. Not only Evelyn didn't let him touch her, which wasn't like her at all, she had this cold look in her face too. Her eyes looked blank
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