Valtarin

I froze, mid bite of the yellow apple that I’d just ripped from its tree.

The air grew instantly cooler as wind whipped around me, blowing my untied robe open. Goosebumps prickled my skin.

Turning around slowly, I met the chest of a very tall, broad-shouldered man. I instinctively took a step back, removing the apple from my mouth, but refusing to chew the bite that lingered in my mouth. I raised my eyes to his face, noticing icy blue eyes. But as I stared, they appeared to dance beneath the moonlight. Similar to when you dip black ink into water, and it bleeds into the clear liquid.

I squinted, leaning closer, and making sure that I wasn’t imagining it, but he scowled at me, as if I was the one being rude here.

Finally, I found it in me to chew, swallowing the apple, “Eating an apple. What are you doing?” I raised a brow.

He narrowed his eyes, “Watching you steal fruit from the garden,” he retorted, clearly unimpressed by my bluntness.

We stood there, locked in star