Aselia's POV
His words tore through all my defenses and I couldn't help but let my eyes be fixated on his face which was as serene as a winter landscape I desired to paint.
'Pure' that's what he was to me, that's what I felt even when I had seen him bloodied, for his heart was indeed pure and I knew he would understand the answer I would give him.
"I don't want that Xiran, not like this... I don't know how to tell you, but this is not the proper way, at least that's what I feel. That bond is sacred to me," a confused look passed on his face at my words as he let go of my hands and removed his knee by straightening his leg. Instead, he captured my face in his smooth hands and gently asked:
"How?"
I wasn't even sure if he wanted to take our relationship to that level. His infatuation with me could end at any moment. And although elves aged relatively slower in comparison to humans, I wasn't an immortal like him. How long before he would toss me aside and find someone else?
