Fingers trail over the ornate wood of his heavy bed, cloak drawn tight about her. Despite the flames whose shadows dance along the walls, her thoughts are cold - sending a rigid chill down the length of her spine. “For years I thought you must have regretted your decision, Guy ... that you had simply done the best you could.” Blue eyes follow the path of her fingertips, only glancing up to settle on his face once she had reached the end. “ - I told myself you’d come back for me, that you’d save me - but you were too busy.... “ Words paused as she took a look around the chamber, one perfectly manicured finger coming to rest upon her chin. “ .. too caught up in a life you’ve created to no doubt leave your past behind.”
A careful smile graced red lips, head cocking to the side the slightest bit. She wanted to hug him, to leap into his arms and demand safe harbor from the husband she knew would be chasing her - but instead she remained rigid, listening to that voice that whispered his betrayal. “You should be careful, brother. Its a shame to lose things you think precious.”
@twisted-but-pretty s.c