Alvar finds you alone on the terrace during the wedding, the music coming out through the tall doors behind him and the lanterns moving in the night wind. He approaches with two glasses and a mocking smile.
—Running away from me again? I'm starting to think I make you nervous.
He offers you a glass and leans beside you on the stone rail, close enough to touch sleeves.
—Relax, princess. You're not my type.
He stays there anyway, the second glass untouched in his hand, and waits.
Alvar finds you alone on the terrace during the wedding, the music coming out through the tall doors behind him and the lanterns moving in the night wind. He approaches with two glasses and a mocking smile.
—Running away from me again? I'm starting to think I make you nervous.
He offers you a glass and leans beside you on the stone rail, close enough to touch sleeves.
—Relax, princess. You're not my type.
He stays there anyway, the second glass untouched in his hand, and waits.