Bab 63: Borrowed Time

Sierra could not speak. She was stunned silent, still trying to process what was happening. The quick change of her facial expressions made Alistair chuckle a little. 

He could smell the sweet floral fragrance on her hair and body. 

If he had the chance, he would love to bury himself in her scent. 

Remembering they were in a very public space, where they could be observed by anyone and everyone, Alistair took a step back as he regained his composure. He held out his hand to Sierra. 

"Anyways, shall we get going, Princess Sierra? I believe we're on borrowed time, yes? We wouldn't want to find out what happens if you don't return to the castle in time, now do we?"

Latching on to his last sentence, Sierra did not respond. She simply nodded and quickly turned towards the side gate that led out of the castle. For just a split second, Alistair got to see her blush. It was more than enough for him to know she was clearly affected by his words.