‘Lady Farview,’ Kivan bowed stiffly in the entrance and made no move to enter the room. Having been tired, and almost relaxed, Sastra found that her heart beat uncomfortably fast the sight of him. Her palms were sweaty, chest tight as though she’d been wrapped in corsetry.
‘Kivan,’ Sastra moved towards the man. How could she explain how good it was to see him, after missing him for the past ten days or two weeks, or whatever it had been. She’d missed him like she missed the touch of rain upon her skin.
He straightened from where he’d been leaning, the hard expression upon his features seeing her falter in her steps.
‘I trust you will be comfortable in your room,’ he gestured to the lovely room and all that had been set out for her.
‘Yes, thank you,’ she replied breathless ran her f
