katherynne tyrell | reachbloomed
the fluttering of heartbeats that accompanies new love has yet to fade for katherynne. in truth, she’s not sure that if ever will. each moment with him fills her with a new respect for the man that she married, something new to adore about him. there is a safety in the gazes he bestows upon her, and a warmth that the world they live in can never provide her. they are lucky - she knows this. while life has not granted them the gift that katherynne prays for nightly , she has been blessed beyond measure to love him , and blessed to know him in ways the world cannot comprehend.
head instinctively tilts toward his hand as he brushes her hair back. she lifts her eyes to meet his , her smile lighting them. ❝ then i consider myself to be quite fortunate indeed. ❞
she imagines that, if they had courted, it would have been something like this. perhaps, they are courting now. she offers his hand a gentle squeeze of her own, a thank you for the gesture. dancing has never ranked on his favorite list of pastimes, she knows it is for her own benefit. she tries to avoid the pang of sadness that accompanies the realization that, despite her best efforts, she has yet to contribute to his happiness in the monumental ways she wishes to. she fears that she might never achieve it.
as they edge toward the dance floor, katherynne leans against him ever so slightly. a sly smile touches her lips ❝ i believe he might still be talking. ❞ head rests against his arm for a moment, ❝ thank you for not being the sort of lord that lives to hear himself speak. i don’t know if i could bear it ! ❞
most days viktor wonders what he had done to deserve katherynne’s love. surely there must be someone else in the realm more deserving of her light than him, but by some twist of faith she has given her heart to him and viktor strives everyday to make her as happy as she makes him. for even on the darkest days, katherynne is his light, chasing away the clouds that hovers over him with nothing more than a smile or a look. how easily the shadows had fallen over viktor before he’d met her; it is difficult for light to shine when he has built his walls high. his guarded nature still remains, but katherynne had slipped past his defenses and stepped into his heart before he’d fully realized it. sometimes he tries to think of the moment he fell in love with her. it’s impossible to choose one; each moment with her had laid the foundation and he’d happily chosen to take every step closer to loving her.
now she steps into a room and he cannot take his eyes off of her. wherever she is he longs to be. any hardships she faces he wishes to bear with her. any sorrow she suffers wounds him as well. the softness that overtakes him when it comes to katherynne is a clear oddity in regards to his personality, but it is genuine none the less. it must be love that brings out this side of him for this part of him is only for kat.
he smiles down at her, affection swimming in dark eyes, and leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head. it matters not who sees. the crowd no longer exists in his eye; there is only kat. ❝ i don’t think i could bear it. how they don’t grow tired of their voice is beyond me. ❞ he chuckles. in truth, he feels indebted to her for how understanding she is of his personality. quiet and stoic, not the type of husband women would dream of. not when there are gallant knights and charming lords all over the realms. still katherynne has honored him with her love. entrusted him with her heart.
the first notes of a new song fill the room. reluctantly, viktor steps away from his wife and stands in the proper place for the opening steps. already he misses the warmth her presence provides.