[b]Chapter II
Dark secrets


A little further away from the running track of the sports field, on which the rest of the sprinter team gave their best, was a small green area, the center of which was adorned with an oca blossom tree and in the shade of which a wooden bench invited everything around you for a while,
to forget.

For a while, Amano and Hitomi just sat there and enjoyed the sun falling through the shadows of the leaves on their faces.
Hitomi's breathing was calm as she sat with her eyes closed and sucked in the intoxicating scent of the oca flowers.
Amano watched them.
Her chest rose and fell in such a peaceful rhythm that he feared he might startle her if he would disturb her in her peace now and speak to her.
The wind played gently with her blonde hair, brushed a few strands from her softly shaped face to make them dance in the air.
Hitomi's fine features formed a delightful smile as the warmth of the sun began to tickle her nose.Amano, couldn't take his eyes off her.
If anything had exploded beside him, he probably wouldn't even have looked up.
Even the babble of voices, the laughter and all the noises of the students who ran past their bench and talked about this and that, sometimes more sometimes less loudly, Amano almost completely blocked out.
Too beautiful, too deafening, almost magical, the sight of Hitomi had an effect on the young sports professor.



He would have loved to have been the wind that nestled gently against Hitomi's soft, porcelain-colored skin and wrested that smile from her that Amano's heartbeat so wonderfully knew how to speed up.
A warm shiver washed through his soul and trapped in his stomach, the feeling arose of consuming longing.



Amano wanted the layout plan for the university competitions with Hitomi,
go through next weekend.
But they were actually already set and even the secretariat had already faxed them to the other participants and the other universities.At that moment a single oka fell, light as a feather, and landed on Hitomi's hair.
Amano moved his hand reflexively, but withdrew it just as quickly.
He pressed his lips together.
Then he took courage and moved a bit closer to Hitomi to be able to reach the delicate pink bloom that was still on Hitomi's hair.
Amano, took it between index finger and thumb.
Then suddenly his breath caught.
Without noticing it, he was now very close to Hitomi
moved closer.
He had bent his torso over to her and his face was only a few inches away from the Hitomis.
Her eyes were still closed peacefully.
Amano wanted to breathe, but he didn't dare.
She could notice it, feel his warm breath on her beautiful skin.
He watched in fascination as the hand
in which he held the oka began to tremble.
Amano swallowed.


Around Amano, everything blurred into a play of colors, nothing except Hitomi was more clear to him.His gaze became transfigured and the only thing
what he hoped now was that Hitomi would not be woken from her daydream by his trembling heart.

While Amano let the Oka slide to the ground,
he touched with his mouth, Hitomis.
He felt the warmth from his lips
spread through his entire body until he reached
Hitomi's sweetness could taste.
When the oka flower had reached the bottom, Hitomi opened her eyes startled and looked at Amano with confused green eyes.

In Farnelia
lock





,,Majesty?
Your highness
...Your Majesty!
Merchant Dryden of Asturia wishes to speak to you. "

Lost in thought, Van clutched the ebony handles of his throne almost convulsively.
The finely cut face, framed by untamed brown hair and supported on his hand,
he watched through the huge window of the
Throne room, the silently falling drizzle that danced through the wind.

The melancholy smell of the rain and the shady light of the sun hidden behind the clouds cast a spell over the young king, so that he slipped a little deeper into his melancholy.Drowned in it.
He did not answer the messenger's announcement.
Van's eyes stared into space
that lay in front of him and through the emptiness in him,
through.
His chestnut brown eyes resembled a sea of ​​longing, the only horizon of which could only be seen as a faint gleam in it.


"Wonderful weather for good business!"
Called Dryden, who pushed the servant out of the throne room
and asked himself into it.
He put his soaked coat over his arm and
tossed his head back and forth like a wolf man,
about the rain from his tousled hair,
to shake.
Had it not been tied in an awkward braid, he would probably have looked like he was having an awkward encounter with a guymilef,
had.

The merchant had made a detour to Farnelia with his fleet.
Not entirely without an end in itself, of course, because in Farnelia he had, among other things, to regulate business matters and conduct negotiations.However, it wasn't the only reason he was there today.

Everyone, had sent a message to the merchant.
The knight of heaven had stayed in the castle.
Because if his friend didn't want to confide in him, Allen wanted at least to stay close to him.
Allen thought he had left Van alone in the dark for too long.

Dryden's voice sounded calm and serene as always, however
with that familiar, typical touch of amusement that kept getting everyone's nerves.
Van, didn't even look up when the merchant
entered the room.
Still, Dryden seemed to be the very fact
to be ignored, not particularly disturbing.
God knows how many times he had dealt with stubborn traders all over Gaea.
The king would not listen to him?
One more challenge
for the intelligent businessman, which one
of course he gladly accepted without hesitation.
In a somewhat very casual walk,Dryden sauntered to the window and blocked Van's view to get a little attention
To provide.

Van knew this was not a courtesy
or just a business one
A visit from the merchant.
Dryden, who knew how to get around any aristocratic territory as best he could and who used every kind of politeness and exaggerated fuss
deeply loathed, seldom entered a castle willingly.

“You seem to be your friendships
Not exactly lately
to take care of Van de Farnel. "Dryden remarked casually, as if it was still about the weather.
Because Dryden not only pushed himself into Van's field of vision, but now directly in front of the boy
King had set up, he left the van
no more opportunity to avoid his critical gaze.
Van, took a hard breath in and out again.

,,So? I no longer maintain my friendships? "Van's otherwise soft voice sounded cold, almost appraising,
so that even Dryden frowned with concern."Yesterday, Allen billeted himself here. So far,hehas not had any complaints. "
Van continued in the same tone, while he looked blankly into the indigo blue eyes of his counterpart.
Everything began to close in the head of the young ruler
turn as their eyes met.