Chapter Sixty-Six: Lost in Dreams
Imperial palace balcony 2500+ years ago “It is a beautiful night, is it not?” a deep voice interrupted my racing thoughts. It was not the enunciation of the words that gave its owner away. Rather, it was the soft flutter in my lower abdomen and the refreshing scent of pinewood and eucalyptus. Even without turning, I knew instantly that Oberon had joined me on the balcony. “It is,” I replied, “Though that may simply be because we are not keeping watch for ambushers.” He drew closer then stood beside me. I could feel his warmth radiating to me, and I felt the overwhelming urge to thank the Gods that he had not asked me to face him, though it was dark, unlike inside the brimming dance halls, I did not wish for the stain on my cheeks to go noticed. After all, would it not be unbecoming
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