Azrel
“Your highness, you seem to be in a good mood.” The royal coordinator mused as he passed by in the hall.
Azrel had a hard time controlling his smile and just nodded. He was going to meet Anaya in the library for one of their important ‘meetings.’ He slipped into the library surveying the room. Some of the candles were still dripping wax but besides their glowing flicker, there was no other movement in the room.
“Nasacha?” Azrel whispered moving between the shelves. He ducked into a darker part of the library where the hearth's flame didn't reach. It was covered in upholstered chairs and the smell of old paper.
“Nasa–” Azrel started but a figure popped up beside him and pushed him into a shelf.
“Boo,” Anaya whispered kissing him. “Did I scare you?”
“No” Azrel lied, begging his heart to stop pounding so fast. He had been on edge ever since they started sneaking around.