Davion stared into those eyes with disbelief. Averting his eyes momentarily, he looked around and realized that it was his room. Then, slowly, he looked back at her.
She was on the mattress. Her hand on his shoulders, hovering over him.
If that wasn't shocking enough, he didn't know what could.
"Are you all right, your Majesty?" She asked, her concern for him evident in her eyes and tone. Even her hand still on his shoulder never loosened their grip.
Hearing her voice again, he was reminded of tue same voice he had heard in that dream. She had called him her husband, and he called her his wife. If he didn't bele8ve it before, she even called his name, and when he was able to see, he indeed in his own body.
"Was it a nightmare?" Edith asked again, snapping him back to the present.
Davion closed his eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
"I am fine now," he said, slowly opening his eyes. "It was just a dream. A nightmare. It ought to be," he held her hand, and she loosened her grip before he sat up but never letting go of her hands.
If there was anything he learned from that, it was that his initial thought was right. Edith was somehow connected to him. In more ways than one. But he couldn't accept that fate. She couldn't be killed just like that. The Edith in front of him was not someone who would allow herself to be killed by others without a fight.
She was a fighter and wouldn't hesitate to take action. That is what he had come to know in a few days he had spent with her.
"..."
Edith was silent. She didn't know what else to say to him. She had already gone out of her way to make sure he was all right she didn't want to get more involved with him than this.
"What are you doing here, Pet? If I am jot mistaken, you should be in quarters, sleeping," Davion asked.
Edith was slightly taken aback, and she looked away. How come she had forgotten the reason for her visit?
"I came to kill you," she said instead of answering truthfully.
Davion stilled fir a moment.
"What? Didn't I tell you to be wary of me? I came here on my own, and no one stopped me," Edith added.
Instead of the reaction she expected to hear, she heard him laugh.
"I assume to kill me, you had to strip me first?" He asked in a teasing tone, which left her a little flustered. "Waking me from a nightmare is also your unique way of assassination," he added, and she turned to glare at him.
"First, I didn't take your shirt off because of anything inappropriate. I was just worried about you. You were burning hot, I had to do something," she said, and he arched a brow. "I had to wake you because even after minutes, you were still struggling. Would you have preferred I left you alone?"
"Why are my windows closed?" He asked with a look of accusation in his eyes as he looked back at her.
"Personal reasons," Edith replied, and he chuckled.
"Why are you here, Meredith?" He asked, his tone a little more serious knowing if he continued teasing her, she wouldn't tell him her reason. How he knew that, he didn't know but he was sure of it.
Edith stood from the mattress and stood at a little distance from it. "I came to ask about Dariel… Evans. I require his help with something." She said, and Davion frowned.
"Help?" He asked, and she nodded, but his expression darkened further. But since she didn't think she had said anything wrong, she didn't bother about his gloomy countenance. "I am afraid he can nit he of assistance to you because he is away on an errand. What is it that you need help with?"
Edith looked troubled and thayade hom ealise it wad something serious.
"I should he asked to manage on my own until he returns," she said, and he immediately knew she was leaving. "I am sorry for intruding into space, your Majesty. Please forget I ever came here …"
"Why would I do that?" He asked, standing to his feet and taking light, slow steps towards her. "You are here. Right now. With me. Why should I forget about you being here, Pet? Or perhaps you require Evans' help in some ways that you can not utter outrightly?"
Edith took a step back and swallowed a lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. She tried to keep her eyes off the tempting torso right in front of her, but she couldn't. The thinking distance between them wasn't helping her either.
She was the one who took off his shirt, but she didn't pay attention to his body because she was concerned about his health and now that his health and life were not a problem anymore…
Heat crept up her cheeks at the leid thoughts going through her mind.
"It's nothing like that, your Majesty," she said and walked past him toward the closed windows. She pulled the thick curtains aside and held the window about to open it, paused to reconsider her options.
Could she tell hom who she really is? What would he do to her if he learned the truth? But could she also count on Evans? He would do and say anything his chosen master asks of him. So what was right to do? Tell Davion her problem directly or go ahead and delude herself that Evans wouldn't tell?
"This is why…" she uttered before pushing the widows open. Tirning around, she faced him but didn't get the reaction she thought she would, but his gaze ran up and down her body. It was so intense that she felt he was touching her rather than just using his eyes.
"I can't go out like this, nor can I allow others to see me like this. That's why I require some assistance from Da… Evans." Edith added, trying not to go find somewhere to hide her body from his scrutiny.
Davion still didn't move or say a word. He just stared at her. Meeting his gaze, she saw a flicker in them, thise red orbs seem to have become even redder.