Myrah hummed for a moment, "I believe they've set up a room next to mine for you to use."
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He frowned slightly. "But how would I guard you at night?"
"The reason nothing's was in that room, was due to the thin walls between my room and that room," Myrah explained, "You can hear everything that happens on the other side."
"Oh…" He was still unsettled, but there was nothing to be done. "Okay then."
Myrah frowned slightly, "Is there still something wrong?"
“Just worried about not doing my job right..” he smiled wryly. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Myrah blushed with a soft smile, "Well, we could ask them to move the bed into my room. If that's what you think it'll take to keep your darling princess safe."
A blush appeared on his own cheeks. “Oh— uh— if— if that’s okay with you?”
Myrah nodded as her blush increased, "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't okay."
He nodded, smiling faintly. “I could help move it, I don’t want to put the servants to any trouble.”
Myrah gave him a faint smile, “Of course. Is there anything I could do to help?”
"No, I should be fine, love." He approached her, kissing her lightly.
Myrah gave him a quick peck back, "Okay. Need me to open a door or anything like that?"
"I can manage." He grinned.
(skip to when they're laying down?)
(Sounds good.)
(could you start?)
(Yep.)
Myrah was laying back on her bed. She was deep into the book she was reading desperately trying to ignore the fact that Noah had a bed, in her room. Yes she was fine with it, but the girl always had a certain set of thoughts running through her head.
Noah lay on his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. Even the ceiling was different here, devoid of cracks or peeling paint, without the leakages or holes he'd been accustomed to all his life. He sighed, smiling a little.
Myrah looked over at Noah when he sighed. She pushed all of those naughty thoughts from her head as she asked him, "How are you?"
"Hm?" he tilted his head to look at her. "I'm good. You?"
Myrah shrugged as she internally freaked out over nothing. Again, "I'm good. How do you like it here?"
"You have a really nice room…. I only hope I'm not intruding.." He bit his lip.
"Oh no this is fine," Myrah said quite quickly sitting up, "You're not intruding at all."
He smiled, rolling over onto his side. "I'm glad. Tell me if you ever want me to get out for the sake of your comfort, alright?"
Myrah nodded as her cheeks flushed slightly, "Of course. Though I doubt that will ever happen."
Noah nodded, running a hand through his hair. “What time are you usually asleep by? When I’m not outside your window?”
Myrah thought for a moment, "Oh I don't know, when the moon is well into the sky and almost all other sounds are silent."
“That’s very poetic…” he murmured with a smile.
Myrah didn't hear his murmur, but glanced over at one of her shelves with parchment and a quill. Inspiration had been an easy resource as of late and now she wanted to write a poem.
He watched her with a smile. “Do you write, Myrah?”