Eighty Eight

" Alistair, may I?"Ethan peeped in through an opening in Alistair's door. He noticed she wasn't sleeping anymore. Alistair could not get enough rest so she retired to studying.

"Sure" She smiled. Ethan walked in and sat opposite the study table. Time passed stealthily, Alistair's eyes were fixed on the book she was reading while Ethan waited patiently for the right time or let's say, the right words to use to begin his talk. He had longed to speak to her since he saw her. She is Alistair, the Almighty princess. She knows more secrets of the coven than he does. Though there are some she would not know about. She was never a commoner like him. Commoners has some advantage over royalty.

"You really want to have a talk, don't you?" Alistair got tired of the awkward silence between them.

"You look so busy. You should take the book away at least." That told Alistair all she needed to know. She has never been a good host. She should have kept the book away.

"I ... I apo