When they pulled away from each other with the lack of breath, a tear fell from Mireya's right eye. She felt the familiar gentle caress of his knuckles against her flushed cheeks.
"Ayerim." she heard him whisper gently. "My sweet Ayerim, how could I ever forget the young woman who made the King run after her? Not just once, but twice." he teased with a laugh and Mireya's cheeks flushed more.
Mireya's head is in turmoil. She just had her first kiss and she's not regretting experiencing it with Hannibal. But there is also one important thing that Mireya realized that moment as the Moonlight shone upon them, as they're both standing in the middle of the small stream. And as he whispers her name gently like he did the first time.
Mireya is now certain about what she feels for him.
