His skin burned where she grazed him. Luc knew he should not feel anything for Vanille, his childhood friend and confidante. His sun and moon. They were friends, and that is how it should remain. Van had grown to be everything for Lucian, but the moment the crown was forced atop his head, he knew he couldn't give in to the longing in his heart. But there were moments when he wondered if she felt something for him. If she, too, was battling the emotions that raged within their souls. Did she also resent Étienne's decision to arrange a marriage for him? Though Lucian was not privy to her sentiments, perhaps that was good. If he knew, what would have prevented him from damning himself for her?
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“Vanille...” He whispered, his skin warming beneath her touch. Those were words he longed to hear but wished she never said. Lucian never wanted to take her from her family. While the Fontaines were never pleasant, Vanille grew up loved. She had parents who wanted her to be herself and loved the woman she was becoming. They raised their daughter without expectations or held a sword over her neck, prepared to swing if she made a mistake. But that smile of hers, a beam of light in the fog that was his mind, silenced his thoughts and forced them back into their box. Luc allowed his head to remain turned, his shifty eyes jumping over the landscape, attempting to focus on something other than her touch.
But he couldn't help it. Lucian turned his gaze back to Vanille and leaned his forehead against hers. His pale eyes examined her cerulean pools for emotions he knew she hid from him. Was he looking for an affirmation of her feelings? Or was he looking for the tears he had seen moments ago? Not even Lucian knew what he wanted to see. But he knew he wanted to stay here with her, like this. In their own world, sheltered within the winter's storm. Nothing to force them apart. No one to take Vanille away from him. There were no chains pulling them apart or duties held over their heads. At this moment, they were free. “Kako sam ti dopustio da preuzmeš kontrolu nada mnom. — How I have let you take control over me.”
But Lucian knew within his heart that this was temporary. Once they had a pack to call their own, they would turn away from each other. Both would be too involved with their duties to spare a thought of the what-ifs. He to his crown, and Vanille to her patients. Luc had always known Vanille to be a dedicated healer, wholly giving herself to her duty and patients, often blind to the rest of the world once she had her purpose. While losing her to her tasks did pain him, he was proud of Van. She had found her calling, and there was nothing more he would want than to see her satisfied.
“With your eye, Moj mali zeko — My little hare, we will find a home fit for our family.” He smiled as he began to make his way down the mountain. They would find a place of their own, one worthy of being called home. One fit for his sun.