Forevermore by S. Jean

Author:S. Jean
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Star*Cadets
Published: 2024-05-27T04:00:00+00:00

Six

Wild

Though every trail and path was snow-ridden and glittering, covering all Nezael knew of the woods, his lord’s wards were beacons and he dutifully followed them home. It stood out, all bark-colored brick and windows gleaming the sun back, and Nezael studied it for a moment before he strode inside. Bellamy was there in seconds, likely hearing the door open, and once he saw Nezael, he placed a bony hand to his chest in relief.

“I told you I’d be back,” Nezael said, smiling. “No need for such worry.”

Bellamy’s shoulders dropped. “I fear I will always worry,” he said. “Come. The snow weakened some of the wards and you’ll need to reapply them before we hunker down by the fireplace with something warm to eat.”

Nezael stopped in Isabella’s room first and returned the misplaced herbs, mouthing her a thank you for the opportunity. When he reemerged, he took to Bellamy’s directions with ease, his entire being still feeling like it floated from the night before.

Wards came easily to his hands, making the cold recede back beyond the windows, and once they were all fixed, Nezael settled in for the dinner now turned lunch Bellamy had cooked for him the previous night, now all warmed up. It was a small brisket—Nezael didn’t exactly know what kind—drizzled in a berry sauce that made the kitchen smell wonderful.

The meal as a whole was a quiet affair and they only spoke about small things. Bellamy regaled Nezael with stories from before Nezael came to the tower, each one more ridiculous than the last to make Nezael laugh, he was sure, and normally, he’d be a rapt audience. Except today his thoughts strayed right back to Yorick and firmly stayed there throughout the rest of the day.

In the night, he dreamed of Yorick in his bed with him and the dreams morphed to match who Yorick was in reality. Nezael could picture him perfectly. The sleepy look in his eyes as it reflected the hearth’s light. The soft ghost of his kisses pressing against Nezael top to bottom and it didn’t let up until Nezael awoke alone.

The same bright sun and skies as blue as Yorick’s eyes heralded the morning, and Nezael had to see him again.

He’d managed to hide another set of herbs, but before he could emerge to show Bellamy they’d missed yet another jar, the skeleton met him halfway up the stairwell.

“Little lord...” Bellamy sighed, shooing him back down into Isabella’s chambers.

“I was checking the stores,” Nezael said, not quite a lie. He showed Bellamy the empty jar and the skeleton simply shook his head. He went over to exactly where Nezael had hidden the herbs and gave him a look.

“Lies do not suit you.”

Nezael’s pulse raced, thinking of possible excuses, but none came. Bellamy watched Nezael for so long in silence, it was a relief when he sighed again.

“You can go,” Bellamy whispered, taking the jar. “I know the glow of new love, my little lord, though I’ve not felt it in years.

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