Was it possible that she had the capacity to forgive sins as scarlet has his? Every step she took in his direction, caused his doubt to wane. She didn't know, but he knew Faira was smart and imaginative. She might be considered naive by some, but he knew it was her ability to discern, and hope that brought such unwarranted speculations from her peers. Like she could have any peers, being the Empress of Aesthan. She was chosen, and her consorts, aides, and generals would do well to remember it.<br/><br/>He felt his darkness go, with each step she took. She was close now, right beside him. He felt the warmth of her body radiating in the air just so. His next breath brought the sweetest surprise, wildflowers and honey, even still. His twin garnets rose at her touch and looked desperately into her. His brow creased, the last time he saw something so beautiful, was the last time he saw her. How long had it been? It didn't matter. Here she was. Her lavender hues held the promise of redemption, of a life long lost, of love.<br/><br/>'Tell her... tell her what you have done, if you have so much faith..'<br/><br/>He jerked his chin from her warm, delicate embrace. The vulnerability in his features fleeting.<br/><br/>'I have no place at your court, Faira..' He knew she would move heaven and earth to allow his return. He held her society against her, it was a cowards excuse, but he was desperate. He had not the courage to confess, the truth was too vile.<br/><br/>He turned and began walking towards the grand double doors of the vestibule. 'You know what you must do, Empress.. do not fail.'<br/><br/>'For all our sake..' He added under his breath.<br/><br/>With graceful, quick steps he slipped between the double doors and was gone without giving Aurora or Rhys so much as a glance. The clicking grind of his boots echoing into the thick night air at a fading timbre, until at last the dark of night swallowed him and he was gone.