Bab 22: A Stolen Lady

"Are you sure you want that, my lady?" He asked me. "What if I let go of you and the world shutters?"

I should have laughed at that, I should have mocked this cocky stranger about his words but I couldn't. All I could do was blush, stare into his green eyes, and wonder if what I was feeling was normal. Everyone appreciates beauty. It is in the eye of the beholder of course but sometimes humanity agrees that certain people have been deemed beautiful by everyone. He must be one of them, one of those blessed by the gods and their magic because I couldn't stop looking at him. His snow white hair, his green eyes, his devilish grin. I could feel his arms strong around me, his chest steady and his voice echoing in my brain like some kind of wake-up call.

He wasn't simply handsome, he was enticing. He was beauty, the definition of the word and I honestly could not describe him enough to show how perfectly he was made. I blinked trying to get myself together and coughed.