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"You will not breathe a word of this to anyone. Especially him." The man in front of her didn't have the angry or bitter tone to his words that she expected at this meeting. At this news.
Paedyn's mouth went dry. How was she supposed to keep a secret this big? Had they all learned nothing from what secrets could do people? To the kingdom? To them?
Did she even have the ability to keep it from him? He had grown to be a better expert on her than she felt she was of herself.
It was as if he could see the questions bouncing around in her head, just refusing to say anything for the time and let her spiral.
"After all My Dear Paedyn, what's one more truth omitted from the history books of our kingdom? This is the new beginning. This is how-"
"Are you insane? You are talking about the future of your kingdom-"
"Our kingdom." He corrected.
"This...this will ruin him. You are going to break his heart."
The green eyes that were once filled with laughter and fun mischeif, that she once felt like she could stir some emotion for, were almost devoid of any form of emotion. And they turned especially sharp at the mention of his brother.
"No, Paedyn." He stood from behind his large desk, papers skittering around at the motion. "When this news is announced I will break his will. His attatchments. "
He came from behind the desk to stand next to her at a painfully slow rate. As if he was still contemplating the next part of his sentence.
His stained fingers took a whisp of her hair that was next to her cheek and stroked it gingerly. The softness would have alarmed her if her heart wasn't already hammering.
He brought the stands to his mouth a pressed a small kiss to them before releasing them to return to the rest. Then same fingers then captured her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact with him.
Her mouth was somehow even more parched than when she was in the scorches. She couldn't swallow due to her heart suddenly being lodged in her throat.
She flinched at his first inclination towards her, unsure what his strained mind was going to do.
When his somewhat chapped lips pressed against the tip of her nose she fought the urge to vomit. It was stronger than the urges that had sent her catipulting from bed this morning. Her nose was reserved for adoring flicks, not chapped kisses.
"You will break his heart." Kitt did not need a dagger or a sword. He didn't need an arrow or throwing stars. His words sliced through her and cut her deeper than any physical threat she had encountered.