I stared intently through his milky eyes, frightened to embrace the feelings that were secretly bestowed beneath my heart. It was this feeling of pain-a hunger of the heart if you will-and intense happiness.
And most important-was I, myself, in love with him?
His hand slowly caressed my waist, and his breathe gently blew to my lips. I could hear the racing of his heart, and the blood pumping now more vigorously through his body-a rush of adrenaline. And I felt the same occurring to myself.
My face turned into a red beet, my cheeks flaming fire. His lips slowly brushed mine, and I could feel the pinch of gasoline that he had spilled into my firing heart. The feeling was beyond any other, the churning and grinding of my stomach, the light headedness that was making me unstable, and the tear that was now streaming from my eye.
“What is it?” he spoke lightly to my ear.
“We alone cannot decide our faith, but destiny is our course that leads us to it.” His words felt like a wave of cool water hitting my steamy skin, calming the insides of me, as too the outside. I got a held of my words and tried to speak clearly now, and with the passion I truly felt.
“You have saturated my heart with love, and so there will always be your name engraved where no other man may steal.” The words seeped from my lips, letting the passion alone control them.
“But, your father…he wishes for you to marry another…not a peasant like myself.” His eyes turned sorrowful and deep in doubt. “What ever shall we do?” he looked up to my eyes, pleading my thoughts.
A challenging grin danced on my sinister Father’s lips.
“Boy, you wish to die by my hands in shame do you?” his horsed voice croaked in anger. “Then, Rosetta,” he looked to me with intimidation in his eyes. “Kiss your ‘prince’ goodbye! Battle to death, one who lives wins the kingdom.”
“This might be our only way, Rose…if I’m not back in an hour, you run! Run, and never look back, Rosetta.” He whispered to my ear, so my Father wouldn’t over hear. Our lips intertwined as fear sprang to me that this would be out last kiss.
I sat on my bed, peering out my window. The sun was setting now, and when darkness would fall, it would be an hour. I stayed gawking at the sun, counting as the minutes past, my anxiety getting stronger as every second trickled by.
The time of when the hour had passed came, and I kneeled on the floor, sobbing of my love, Felix. Was he really dead? He had told me to run, so why wasn’t I? What could possibly be stopping me?
Over an hour had passed, and I was looking out my tower’s fair eye. The dimming light slowly crept over the sea bellow, as a shadow of musk bestowed its waters. My eyes leaked with the thought of Felix, wondering if I did, in fact live, where would I go? My Father would surly find me, and marry me off to a man that I possessed no feelings towards. It would be a life worse the Hell.
A life that I couldn’t bare.
I took my last deep breathe, bracing myself for a fall.
He had won the battle of our undying love, but I had lost.
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