Chapter 165. Touché

Lexcis Aeden

"That is my girl," I say, placing my chin on top of her head. Her hand loops around my waist, and I run my fingers through her long curls.

Her hand meets mine, and she runs her fingers over my ring. After a few moments of stillness, she says, "I was actually enjoying that book."

"Yeah? What is it about?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Legends, myths; quite plainly, they are fantasy tales."

I can't help but chuckle, "I thought you were a realistic person. Fiction does not seem to fit your particular interests."

"I do not like the real world. Some imagination or fantasy cannot be all terrible, right?"

She continues, "I was reading the story Madam Eira told us about at the bonfire. Remember?"

I laugh when I recall it, "Oh, yes."

"I believe love is worth it if you are willing to sacrifice your own happiness for theirs. The fear of losin