this needs some explaining, this is one of the first chapters where I introduce Ariel aka La Femme Mystique. if you are offended by samesex pairings you should leave now and not read this. just wanted to spread the word on that. but otherwise enjoy!
“Sorry boys, Ariel needs her beauty sleep.” The redhaired beauty they all adored waved goodbye.
Turning slowly and Ariel trudged up to his room. It was promising to be another cold night. Slipping into the anteroom Ariel found flowers on the hall table. White amarphilis; he picked them up to smell, and a solid warmth surrounded him.
His aura was smelled of singed sandalwood and freshly dewed grass.
The young blonde smiled when Ariel turned in his arms.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
The smiled faded, but only slightly.
“You don’t like the flowers then. I could get you others, but I thought…”
“No, it’s not the flowers.”
“Then what is it?”
“This…” Ariel gestured around to the rest of the room and then to them.
Trystan creased his forehead in thought.
“This…us…your damned chivalrous ways.” Ariel repeated.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“But you’re not like other girls.”
“Damn straight I’m not.”
“What am I supposed to do then? I mean I thought this would work.”
“Just be yourself, Trystan, no expectations, no rules. That’s how it should be.”
Ariel slipped behind the veneered dressing screen.
“Trystan, listen, I like you. I like you very much. But face reality here, this is not your average court relationship and I don’t want it to be, I don’t think you do either.” He came out to stand next to a deflated Trystan.
“Hmm love?” He pushed his long fingers into Trystan’s soft hair, rubbing circles in his scalp; Trystan leaned into the touch.
“S’ok Aer, I’m not use to it is all.”