Summary :[1]
"I am not the one to whom you should show condolences" he coldy replied, still starring at the first falling of snow.
"How artistic of you" he whispered smiling.
"I think her brother knows", the news bearer said.
"I wasn't talking about him", Arnold stoicly responded as he turned back at him.
"Soon, her sister will be aware of the situation soon", the looking like soldier affirmed.
"I somehow think that our dear Cinthia already told her", Arnold responded as he pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, letting his shinning green eyes speak for himself.
"I am sure she was way too subtill about it for her to understand" he replied, with a more relaxed tone.
"Rayane, don't wait until her soul dies before you intervene, you know better than me that..."
"Exactly", Rayane cut in.
"I know better than you. As the official protector of the monarch of this kingdom" His gaze fixed on him, sharp and unflinching, like the edge of a blade.
"And as an ex-protector of two fallen heart's souls." the green eyes master added.
"You are right, someone with your past hardly needs my judgment", he added composed, letting the cold making it is way through the palace's walls and freeze every corner of his desk, signaling the end of their discussion.
As cold as the corridors of the castle, Rayane didn't seem enraged or upset, just stoic and cold headed as always.
As soon as he left the silver headed man's office, a familiar voice echoed.
"Did he annoy you? "a short headed young man asked Rayane as he was just walking out of the office.
"Between you and the silver headed man behind those doors, you are the most annoying one Jacob" he answered as he kept walking.
"Well short headed guys are always the most annoying ones", he added smirking.
"Only when they are short headed like you, silver boy" Rayane responded
"Well charisma comes at a price" golden eyes boy answered
"And your annoyance is the price I presume"
"What a smart protector you are" he ironically answered
"Tell me did Cinthia tried to enter in contact with you?" Rayane's gaze sharpened
"No, I even searched within the realm of souls, and she wasn't there" he quietly answered as his easy humor gave way to a sad straightness.
"Well, it means that she definitely left. Good for her" Rayane expressed with a sight of relief as he was too starring at the falling snow.
"Don't you think it is time to wake her sister up? This kingdom needs a monarch, and you perfectly know that no one within the people would accept anyone else but someone from the Tagliditse family"
"Worry not, the last source of the Tagliditse family will come back. But I will ask you not to be in rush for her awakenning, for her own sake first" he answered with a threathening gaze.
"You know I won't. We all worry about her as much as you do.", Jacob replied
"Did the others tell you that?"
"No. Though, it's not as if we see each other very often anymore."
"I suppose not," Rayane murmured.
"I think we were all so determined to become stronger that, somewhere along the way, we convinced ourselves we had to be alone to do it." Jacob explained.
"Don't worry Golden boy." Rayane calmly said as he put his hand on Jacob's shoulder
"We can have a drink whenever you need it" the protector added.
Uncomfortable from the way his friend responded Jacob immediately answered saying that he had enough company and that he didn't need Rayane's pity.
Amused Rayane took off his hand before closing his eyes.
His eyebrows frowned as Jacob's golden pupil shined for a sec.
"What was that?" Jacob's thought
"If you are not lonely anymore, I'll take my leave"
"To where?" Jacob asked.
"I have to prevent the last source of our Kingdome to fall from her Terras" Rayane said before leaving Jacob standing in shock.
"She what?"
[1] Under a gray winter sky in the mountains of Kabylia, Eva drifts between memory and sleep, haunted by the warmth of her childhood and the loss she carries.In a dream after seven dreamless years, she reunites with a mysterious blond woman and breaks down, fearing she will forget the one who left.As the dream fades with the first snowfall, another world mourns the death of a princess hinting that Eva’s grief and the kingdom’s loss are one and the same.