Departure

After their adieu and farewells, Hermione sulked like a child on the outside of the Castle, standing In front of Servyn and throwing him looks as if he had wronged her.

A smirk graced his appearance as he peered at her speechlessly. He didn't know she had this side to her.

"I promise, I will come get you myself. Be good and leave with Ottilia, alright." He gently took her hands and rubbed on them nicely, silently urging her to be obedient.

"You promise?" She asked, a knowing doubt coveting her black irises.

Servyn smiled and pulled her closer, taking her waist unexpectedly, earning a yelp from her.

"Do you need an assurance?" His head dropped to her ears, making a deep shade of red paint her cheeks.

Hermione scanned around them and was mortified to see some few maids and guards around, though they were not directly looking at them, she knew very well that their whole attention must be with them here.