The Dark Past

Killian left the room without meeting Cedric's eyes. Cedric twisted his head to look at him until his figure disappeared in the corridor. Then he turned to look at Elara. She was holding the dress tightly in her hands. Her head bowed so he could not see her expressions but he was sure that she was upset, or even crying.

He took a deep breath and walked to her. Silently, he sat beside her and held her hands in his palm. How her fingers were so long, yet they were not able to cover his hands. 

"I thought that it would take a lot of hard work to convince you to marry me. Who would have thought that you would be the first to think about it and even propose to me." he chuckled softly. His voice was so warm that she felt heaviness in her chest. What was she even thinking?