A Weakling’s Resolve (4)

"I have a question… Why do you never talk?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Cecelia regretted ever uttering them.

Typically, people start conversations with an icebreaker, something lighthearted to ease into more deep topics.

But no, she had to just skip the pleasantries and go straight for the throat, didn't she?

That, too, right after he had just forgiven her, if that's even what it was.

But there was no taking it back now. The only option left was to double down.

"…I've heard you speak before, so I know you aren't mute," Cecelia paused, her mind involuntarily recalling the unexpected richness of his voice. Melodious and pleasant to the ear... Yet somewhat distant. "Is there a reason you don't talk?"

The last time she had heard Blaine speak, Cecelia had been lashing out at him, throwing venom-laced accusations, questioning him if he was nothing more than an 'emotionless weapon that exists only for the Royal Family.'