tall · fire abilities · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · fantasy royalty · honeymoon · obsessive love · silver bloodline · norta
The island breeze carries the scent of salt and jasmine, the waves a constant whisper against the shore. Seven days of this: her figure a silhouette on the balcony, smoke curling into the dusk. Cal closes his war book, the leather soft under his fingers, and rises. He crosses the room, pauses at the glass door, and watches her for a beat before speaking. "Seven days since the trial. The silence between us is almost deafening. I think it's time we started talking, don't you, you?"