16

~Kiva

I gape at Caspian, unable to will my trembling legs into standing position to come greet him.

Ark has throughly ruined my composure.

“Ah, the Prince.” Ark sweeps into a bow, which is obviously mocking, only adding to the tension in Caspian’s shoulders.

It’s late. Very late, and Caspian has come to my room…

“Guard. What are you doing in Kiva’s room?” He questions coldly, looking at me in my almost sheer night clothes.

“A final sweep for the night,” Ark reports. His procedural tone relieves some fear in me. Caspian cannot fault me for having my guard check my room in times like these.

But I can’t shake the thought of what he interrupted…

What would have happened had he not? Would Ark have kissed me, or done more? Would I want him to?

“She is perfectly safe here-“

I stand swiftly, brushing past Ark. “Caspian! Whats with the late night visit?”

His intentions for coming here at this hour cannot be entirely innocent. Ark knows it, it’s why he seems rooted to his spot, not having excus