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| She scanned the dimly lit halls to make sure there was no one to stop her this time. She was going to do it. She was going to make her escape permanent this evening and there was not a single soul that could stand in her way. Not that she could confirm as of this point. She lifted her skirt and scurried down the lengthy corridors. She stood staring out into the black waves with their foamy white caps being the only distguishing feature between it and the land as the moonlight was her only guidance. She could no longer bear this burden. She knew this is it howit was. How it should be. What good was she to him if she could not afford him of this one thing? "Do not let me curtail your demise my love,"Alixandre's voice turned Symonne from the angry sea's grip. " I cannot give myself to you in the manner you wish to be given my lord." "Come now dearest. I gave unto you my riches and my love. All you have bestowed upon me is the deepest of agonies." "You bestowed nothing upon me but the richest of pains. You destructed what was pure and whole of my lifeforce. That I cannot forgive you for. You are a man of ill will and will never know the meaning of the truest of loves." "But that is where you are wrong my angel. I have known of the purest and most generous of loves. They give of themselves freely on most any occasion." "They are nothing but wenches paid to render their services. I cannot live having the knowledge of your misgivings knowing what I now know of love." "You speak of love as though it were something you were allowed to have. You are a woman. A bride given of necessity, not of love." "I rue the day God wills an heir to your name." "God has punished me enough by giving me a woman that cannot bear my name." "God has punished me for giving me a man of ill will." "Remedy you of that I can. No longer shall you bear the burden of the earth carrying your weight,"he stated as he backed her toward the cliff. "If you value you yours, you will stop now," the unindentified voice urged into the evening's air. And if I do not take heed of your command?" the defiant young man inquired. "Then you will only have but God to answer to." "Then I pray he will forgive of me for what I am about to incur,"he said turning back to the young woman teetering at the edge of the cliff. "Colin!"she beckoned as her feet came out from under her with the slight shift of earth plummeting to the rocks below. He shoved Alixandre aside and caught her arms. "Colin." "Release her or you will have me to deal with,"he felt the cold steel tip of the blade in his back as his grip held steady upon her arms. "You take her life and you can steal mine alongside it. I shall not live without her." "But you must be punished for your deeds." "For my deeds? I gave her what you could not." "Colin!"she urged as the point pressed firmly against the material of his shirt. "Hold on my fairest. I won't let you go. I beg of you. We will take leave of this kingdom and never speak of this in return for her freedom and savior,"he spoke up into the cold bronze glare of the man holding him prisoner from his beloved "I cannot do that. You partook of what is rightfully mine." |
| "Colin!"she begged but it was too late. "No!"he screamed as he shot up in his bed. The light was still on and she was in the room. You promised to help me she silently spoke into his mind. But how can I help you? he returned. You must save me from him. I cannot speak of it now. He beckons. I beg of you. You must assist me. Wait! Save you from whom? he inquired as she disappeared into a thin wisp of smoke in the corner of his room He had to be dreaming. There was no other reasonable option. He picked up the book from the middle of his bed. Forever Yours. Was there such a thing as fate? |
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