As Darius stood there atop the colosseum , hunched with his arms crossed on top the wooden railing. He stared out at the beaten field, pondering the past struggles, and his thoughts trailed off; his grip with reality started to waiver. Startled, he jumped, a soft, pale, hand now rested on his shoulder.
Breathing heavily, he brought his hand to hers’, “you gave me a fright, my dear,” as his voiced wavered.
Still breathing heavily, turning his head towards her while looking into her deep emerald eyes, finer than any jewel. Princess Ariana giggled while she tossed her head to one side.
“What are you doing up here?” she asked.
His face turned up and he looked back toward the field, “just thinking about the past and how much has changed. It’s been quite the adventure hasn’t it?”
She laughed and stood next to him on the fence, still holding onto his hand. The breeze blew threw her hair as she laughed. He stared at her from the corner of his eye, her caramelized waves and light skin glowing in the fading sun. Her laugh subsided as she brushed her hair back, over the long points of her ears.
“It really has been something else, and we’re still alive too” she replied.
His face went smug as he looked at her, “like you have to worry about dying anytime soon, you’re immortal. I’m the one that has to worry about death here.”
Looking up she gave an innocent kiss to his cheek. “Immortal or not, I can still die in war…or a broken heart. So don’t leave me again, I don’t think my heart would survive it.”
“Don’t worry dear, I don’t plan on taking any more adventures.”
“Good,” she replied her face aglow with a smile.