Episode 93

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MIKAEL'S POV

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It pains me to part from her, but I'd be more a fool to sit in the range of her discerning gaze while crafting the lie I'm to unroll like a scroll before her jewelled eyes. I suppose it is not, in a precise sense, a lie, but it does not mirror the entire truth either.

"What? Me?" She'd asked, as befuddled as a sweet rabbit. She's since sat there awaiting my reply, half-holding her breath for an explanation that will not come.

"You should get dressed and prepare for the ball," I grunt, tossing my shirt and trousers on in a hail.

She glares at me, a myriad of emotions splayed on her face, anger and confusion above most. I want to kiss all into vanishing, but I refrain from starting what would not benefit both of us if not finished. It is unfortunate there is no time for that. We've drawn out the hours of the day in bed in rapturous bliss found in each other. No more can be spared if we desire to make it to the ball, though I would go to Lyra first before at last