Their route eventually brought them into Venice, a city that James had heard extensively about but as of yet hadn’t seen. It was everything that had been described to him, if not more- a city of glowing lights and canals, all the more accentuated by the growing dusk.
It seemed to invite reprieve and certainly the both of them deserved it at this point, after all they had been put through in their travels. James was certain that he was exhausted, at least from the excitement of their journey.
Undeniably, however, the struggles they had overcome had brought them closer together, a sort of bond that hadn’t even been there before his spontaneous leave.
Perhaps it was that reason, as he lounged on the bed in their room, that he chose to look up from the Greek spellbook to catch a glimpse at Tamina at the window. It hadn’t been that long ago that he would not even allow himself to look at her from afar, but now…
Forgotten, he placed the book to the side to go join her, slowly at first and with a clearing of his throat so she wouldn’t be startled by his presence.
Further, he dared to place a slight hand on her waist- gingerly, so that she could easily refuse him.
“Is it the beauty of the city that has you transfixed or something else entirely?”