A Garden of Longing
Ania's lips curved into a soft, encouraging smile, her eyes steady and unwavering. "I will. Don't worry, brother… Go and Talk to her and while I'll enjoy the snacks and the view. And… remember your guard is nearby. If anyone dares to intrude…" Her voice carried that delicate edge, part warning, part teasing warmth, a balance that made his chest tighten with restrained admiration. The implied threat in her voice, the good-natured but firm warning, troubled uncomfortably in his mind, honing his determination even as it brought him nearer to her goal.
He breathed slowly, the tense spring of anxiety within him unwinding like a spring wound tight and then let go. He nodded, working determination into his actions, though his gaze lingered on her longer than he wished. "I know, little one. But still…"
