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In that instant, the room became clearer, and any doubts I might have had faded away. Sybil does see things he hasn’t been told, and when he tells me Fiero, and I remain safe as one, I gently nod and look at the floor. Sybil stands with a smile, his fingers joined together and walks out to bring Fiero in.
Chapter 35
Fiero
I sit outside patiently, thinking back to who I was. The old Fiero Cremaschi would never cast his plans aside for a woman. My days were and are planned ahead with meticulous attention to detail, and order must be maintained. But I realize change beckons, for here I sit, waiting on the sidelines for a woman to make her peace.
And I have no regrets.
A small smile plays on my lips as I lay back and look at the ceiling, a warm sense of comfort spreading through me. This is what life can feel like when you have someone you care about. Stable, solid, meaningful.
Just then, I hear Sybil calling for me. I look up and see him staring at me from the doorway to his reading room. Romola isn’t with him, and I jump to my feet, panic spreading through me. “Is she okay?” I ask.
“She’s fine, dear Fiero. She waits for you inside.”
“Waits for me?” I ask, confused.
"Fiero, I need you to join Romola and me in the other room. I have something to tell both of you together." I am quite perplexed about what information could possibly concern the two of us at once.
"Very well," I reply. I follow him through the dimly lit hallway and enter the dark room, noticing Romola seated on a worn velvet chair.
Her face is pale yet somehow more at peace than I've seen her in the past two days. She looks up at me with those wide, grey eyes, and I can sense she’s reached a stage of weakness where there is nothing more to be done but accept what’s happened.
It’s a tremendously horrid place to be in, one where you’re broken by reality. But I know from experience that beyond that place lies healing. It’s a necessary process.
"Sit, Fiero," she murmurs softly, gesturing to the empty seat beside her. As I lower myself onto the cushion, our fingers brush lightly against each other. Her touch makes me feel something in my insides, a desire for perpetuity I haven’t ever felt with another woman. I realized, in that moment, that I would sit through anything—endure any trial or hardship—if it meant seeing her happy.
"Are you both ready?" the seer asks, his gravelly voice resonating throughout the small room. He now stands behind a small table laden with curious objects—crystals, aged parchment, and ancient symbols carved into polished stone.
Romola nods, swallowing hard, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze. "We're ready," I reply for the both of us, my voice surprisingly steady despite the knot of anxiety coiling within my chest.
"Let’s begin." The seer's eyes narrow as he focuses. "Take each other's hands, close your eyes, and open yourselves to the energies that surround us."
I do as he instructs, feeling the warmth of Romola's palm against mine and the brush of her fingers as they intertwine with my own. Our connection is instantaneous, a familiar sensation that sends a spark of recognition coursing through my being. With our eyes closed, the darkness seems to swallow us whole, though Romola’s touch provides a comforting anchor.
"Concentrate on your breathing," Sybil continues, his voice nothing more than a low rumble. "Inhale deeply, filling your lungs with the essence of the universe. Exhale, releasing all your fears, your doubts, and your insecurities."
As I follow his guidance, my mind begins to clear, my thoughts drifting away like wisps of smoke. The room seems to fade into the background as we enter a realm beyond the physical, a place where only our souls exist.
"Feel the power that courses through your veins," the seer murmurs, his voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing. "The fire that burns within you both, the passion that ignites your very essence."
All I see is Romola, and I feel a fierce love I hadn’t noticed before. I feel her fingers tighten around mine, a silent affirmation of my thoughts.
Just then, the seer gasps. “Yes…yes,” he says. “I was right.”
I feel his hands on ours.
“There’s a bond, I see,” he continues, our eyes still closed. Suddenly, a bright red light fills my dark vision. It’s so sharp all I see is red. A surreal energy surrounds us, and I feel like I can sense the blood in every vein.
“Someone’s with us,” Sybil whispers. “A messenger to reveal a truth.”
As his words echo through the dimly lit room, I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding, as if we are on the brink of uncovering something that will change our lives irrevocably.
"O great soul, your presence has been summoned," the seer says loudly, "and your message awaits those who have chosen to walk this path together."
A thought enters my mind like it was planted there. It wasn’t a choice; it had to be.
Just then, the seer gasps. “It’s fate, isn’t it?”
