[ That doesn't sound like hope, she wants to tell him but Alayne suspects that Hercules already knows that. Once again she feels that ache beneath her breastbone, the same ache that she feels whenever Isaac can't sleep or when the ghosts hang thick and heavy around him. When she was a child, Alayne had thought knights to be glimmering, romantic things but every man of honor she's ever met has been broken and sad and alone. Waiting for death or welcoming it; dying too young or too old for their story to be a song.
Alayne knows this confession is a secret. She wants to sink her little bird talons into it and make it a nest all its own, made of feather down and straw. ]
I'm very fond of you, Hercules, did you know that? If I asked if we could be friends, would you say yes?
( x i i : d 1 )
Alayne knows this confession is a secret. She wants to sink her little bird talons into it and make it a nest all its own, made of feather down and straw. ]
I'm very fond of you, Hercules, did you know that?
If I asked if we could be friends, would you say yes?