| Chapter 23 |
| She sat curled in a ball upon the ornate bed that served only for sleeping purposes and whence the Lord himself felt it necessary to pay her a visit these days. The days seemed endless anymore. She jumped everytime she heard the key turn in the lock for fear of what it would bring. Today was no exception she thought as the wretched sound made itself known to her earshot. However, the sight that appeared before her was not what she expected."What are you doing here?"Lady Symonne responded to the sight of Master Henry entering her quarters. "I now do his lordship's bidding as Master Colin can no longer provide such services." "I see." "No you do not Milady. I am here to be of service to you." "Tell me then of what day of the week it might be." "It has been but only three days Milady. Why is you seek of such knowledge?" "I seek it for it seems an eternity. How is you came upon the treasured posession of my imprisonment?" "His Lordship is otherwise occupied and if you do not come with me now, you shall never know what it is I came for." "You wish to bear me freedom from my own quarters?" "Do you wish to see what has become of your beloved Colin?" "You can show me of his whereabouts?"She said as she removed herself from the center of the bed. "Make haste and follow me for we have little time before his Lordship takes notice of my absence." "Of course,"she drew a long flowing robe over her dressing gown and followed him down the corridors into the belly of the manor; the dungeons. It's dank, musty odor infiltrated her senses long before they entered the damp hollowed out reaches. The gargantuan guard beared his size upon the pair."I cannot let you pass through these halls,"he responded. "You shall let us through lest I describe your indiscretions with the various prisoners." "How do you have such knowledge?" |
| "It is not important how I know, only important that your employ relies upon it." He digressed to the miniature man in size comparitively as he let them pass. She followed him hurriedly passed the wretched creatures and misfortunate that had crossed his Lordship's path. They finally reached their destination. She looked toward the corner where he crouched. "Master Colin,"Henry beckoned. His head rose to find a sight he feared he would never behold again. He rose in agony as fresh wounds beared upon his body. He did not want her to find him in such a state but he took of the opportunity he had been granted. He could see the fear and sorrow in her beatiful blue eyes. He took her hands through the iron bars separating them. "What has he done to you?"She met the once strength filled gaze filled with a new emotion itself; it was full of fear but it still held his love for her. "He knows not of what he does for he fears what he does not know. That which is of love." "He does but know of this emotion. I saw it in his eyes last eve. He has scarred you. I cannot let him continue to impose his hatred for me upon you for that is what he does." "You must not say a word of your presence amongst these walls for he will toss you over his shoulder and cart you down here himself." "I would burden myself with such agonies for your love Colin." "I cannot ask that of you my dearest Symonne." She reached her slender arm through the cage and felt the pain upon his once unscarred pristine masculinity. |
| Her gentle touch somehow seemed to ease the pain of his scars but he could not let her go on believing they would ever be as one because it could never happen for as much as he did love her."Your touch eases my pains but our love can be no longer Symonne. You belong to another. I cannot have of your heart fully." "You do not know of what you speak Colin." He took her hand softly placed a kiss upon her fingers."I speak of the truth Lady Symonne,"he said returning to a formality he had not imposed upon her for quite some time. "I do not understand why you find me so wretched all of a sudden." "I find you anything but. Our love, however, has been an impostion upon our souls that we can no longer survive it. Please take leave of me and don't look back." "You cannot do this to me Colin." "It is Master Colin to you Milady,"he adressed her as he turned away. He knew he had to turn her away for the very reason of their desire for one another. If she believed him not to share her dreams, it would be easier on the two of them in the end. "You want pain? I shall see you receive it as such,"she lashed out in tears as Master Henry escorted her from the hollow halls. He could hear her incessant sobs echo throughout the entire dungeon; leaving him with a reminder that she would not soon forget his desire but she would not disguise her hatred toward Lord Alixandre for it either. On this he relied. He knew he could stand more tortures but she would not last a day in this dank imprisonment he now called his home. |
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