Chapter Ten

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Every mouthful satiated her long-forgotten appetite, and she had to slow herself down before she made a complete fool of herself as she stuffed her face.  The food was delicious, better than anything she could have eaten back home, and once she felt her hunger was satiated for the time being, she was able to sit back and enjoy this moment of peace. She picked up her cup and sipped at the sweetest wine she had ever tasted, only then noticing his eyes upon her.

Treyan was watching her from over his own cup, an amused smile across his lips.  The candlelight from the room played on his dark hair as it hung around his shoulders, and even the shadows couldn't tame the brightness of his eyes. Had he been watching her eat?  She suddenly found herself meeting his gaze, smiling shyly in response.  "What...?"

"You."

She leaned up with her cup now, her cheeks flushing as she hid behind her glass.  "What about me?" she finally asked, trying her best to swallow her next sip without choking.

"This all suits you, and very well."

She coughed slightly.  "What, me sitting in a robe, stuffing my face with food?"

He chuckled.  "Well yes, I suppose that too.  But no, I mean all of this..." He motioned around them.  "You being here within the Empire.  This is how it was meant to be for a while now, and I am glad that it has finally come to fruition."  He raised his glass to toast.

She brought her glass up to meet his.  "You act as though you've been waiting for me for some time now."

"I have," he confirmed as his blue stare remained on her.

She smiled uncomfortably.  She took another sip of her wine while she tried to control the thought processes running through her mind.  "So, how does this work, anyway?" she asked as she brought her legs up underneath her.  "The whole predestined...prophecy... thing."

"I supposed you could consider it a prophecy of sorts, for all intents and purposes." Treyan took a sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair. "Remember that rather large book you came upon in the library?"

She nodded as she took another sip of wine.

"That book is better known as the Annals.  That is our Prophecy and that is what told me about you."

"Our?"  She perked her brow.

He smiled again.  "If you have not figured it out by now, Alex, you and I have been predestined."

As a matter of fact, she had figured it out, but she still didn't know how she felt about it.  

She remembered what the book showed her, and knowing that her fate was predetermined according to a story in some book didn't sit well with her.  

She was always one for making her own decisions and following her own path.   Oddly enough, the part about a foretold relationship between she and Treyan didn't seem to bother her as much.  Sure, she had had the random relationship here and there, but none of them seemed to feel right.  

This time, though, she hadn't even had a chance to get to know Treyan, yet she felt like she had already known him for years.  Could that have been the reason why?  This prophecy they share?  In such little time, things already felt right, and perhaps it was that that made her the most uncomfortable. 

She must have been in a thoughtful daze, for she didn't hear him stand from his chair and crouch down next to her.  The feeling of his hand on her arm broke her from her train of thought, and with a look of concern written across his face, he asked, "Is everything all right?"

"I don't know, but I think it's going to be."  She tried to give him a reassuring smile.

"Good," he said as he stood.  "It could get very tiring having to chase you around the palace on a daily basis whenever you hear something you are not expecting."

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