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Rasbi's hand pressed flat against Owens, his hands rough and calloused from years of training, fighting, from serving in the war. Their forearms pressed together next, elbows connecting as they each took a step. then another.
They circled slowly, holding each others eyes.
His eyes were brown, almost glowing orange in the dim ballroom light. They drew her in like a magical spell, mesmerizing her.
It was a spell she didn't care to break free from.
She smiled as their fingers intertwined with each other, pulling away yet staying connected, stepping in time with the music that rang through the hall.
People were dancing around them, and there were plenty of sets of eyes on them, the unlikely pairing, a princess and her royal guard. Usually a forbidden pairing, but her father had obliged when she finally showed a level of interest in following what he wanted.
She let go of his hand, giggling as she slipped behind him, pressing her back to his for a moment before he took her hand in his, spinning the both of them to face again. They fell back in step with the music, her eyes scanning his face.
He wore the same patient smile he had all these days since they had fallen. It was a miracle he put up with her antics so, but she loved him for it, and somehow he had come to love her as well.
They moved together in practiced rhythm, steps light across the floor as they danced, spinning in time with the music.
Never before had she felt so connected with another, with the room around her, with herself.
Their hearts were intertwined, beating as one.
He was hers, and she was his.
The song slowed, coming to an end as he lead her into a dip. Their lips meeting for a brief moment.
And then she blinked.
His arms disappeared from around her, and she hit the ground, her body limp, arrow in her chest.
Her chest heaved as she rolled onto her side, blood dribbling from her lips into a small puddle on the ground beneath her. A few moments later there were arms around her, pulling her close. Hands pressing the wound on her chest.
Her gaze was messy, unfocused, fixed on the ceiling above her until a face came into view.
Owen…
She hoped he didn't blame himself for this.
Words danced on her lips as her vision faded out.
"I love you…."
They were a whisper on her lips, and as soon as the last words were said… she was gone.
Lost to the stars above.