Rosebuds - drabble
The first time she’d seen him, she had just thought he was handsome. That he was just another pretty courtier of Count Orseno’s, coming to recite love poems for her.
But then he spoke.
His words had flowed around her like the folds of a satin dress. Soft yet the material was rich. Whenever he spoke, his words were always wise and carefully chosen: his eloquence was quite unmatched by any other man she’d ever met. It wasn’t Orseno that was speaking, it was Czario. She could attest to the sincerity that laced his words.
There was a bond between them, she knew it. A bond of understanding. She knew he knew what she was going through because whenever she looked into his eyes, she could see the pain that consumed him.
But why couldn’t he see it? This bond that they had? If only she could get him alone, where he couldn’t escape…
Ugh, she sounded like a harlot! She wasn’t a man-chaser1 No, she wouldn’t do that, it was beneath her!
No, she would just wait.
“Czario…” she whispered.
The darkness gave her no answer.