Viseris
The Princess had left in a whirlwind, leaving him alone in the darkened stairwell. It seemed she could not wait to be away from him.
He hated the thought, and he hated his feelings even more than the wretched thought itself.
Viseris had not moved from where she had left him. It appeared that he was stuck to the spot. He looked at his hand in the dim light, the same hand that had housed hers just moments before.
Her palm against his felt like a brand, as though she would seep into his skin if he had held on a moment longer.
Lamenting the absence of her warmth, he opened and closed his hand. Over and over.
It did nothing to dull the sensation.
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