A warmth filled Alma's chest upon hearing Lord Aleksander's voice again. The cautiously entered his chambers, closing the door behind her before joining him and sitting at the chair he had offered.
The girl placed the books at his table, furrowing her eyebrows slightly at the sight of his coughing spree. Her curious eyes followed every single one of his movements. The way he leaned forward, the handkershief pressed tightly to his lips. It hurt to see him that way, but it hurt even more not to see him at all.
Alma's heart started beating up faster inside her chest. Her pale cheeks redenned and she leaned forward, only slightly towards him. "Lord Aleks-"
Down in the Wrenhaven gardens Cyan released a sigh, turning his attention to Lady Ebony. "The sun is about to set, and preparations shall be made. If you'll excuse me, I must get going." The white haired man said, performing a small reverence towards Gielban, and later towards the Blackwell siblings. "I can't wait to see you tonight."
"I look forward to tonight." Lady Ebony said, responding to Cyan's smile. He turned his back on the group and walked back towards the castle; more specifically, towards Alma's chambers.
A quick but firm knock on the door accompanied by the words "Alma. May I come in?" was the final image Alma had seen, before returning from her state of transe. Her eyes were widened, body stiff, and even though minutes had passed in her head, for anyone around her it wouldn't have lasted for longer than a few seconds.
"I-I'm sorry!" Alma said, brushing some of her thin curls away from her face, while abruptly standing up from her seated position. "Cyan is coming. I'd love to stay, but- I must go." The disapointment was clear in her voice, and after a final, hesitant glance towards her loved one Alma walked away, opening the door as discreetly as possible, not to alarm any servants that could be walking nearby.
The girl had stepped one foot out to the corridor, before making up her mind and turning to Aleks again. She had to say the words she wished to say to him that particular afternoon. It was her chance.
"I-if you'll come to the masquerade tonight, please ask me for a dance!" She stuttered out, her cheeks glowing on a bright pink while her fingers held tightly to the doorknob. "And... I'll come again tomorrow. If you'll allow me to." With her eyes now at her feet Alma performed a small reverence, turning her back on lord Aleksander and closing the door behind her, before storming out again through the castle's corridors.
She needed to be in her room before it was time for Cyan to arrive. Fifteen minutes. She could do it.
Hey! Isn't it funny we all want what isn't right?