FAR BEYOND THE MOONLIGHT

Perhaps she could imagine herself by Taurig?s side; she could see their kingdom, could see the little children, could see everything, and yet she knew it was an alternate universe she was imagining. Yet here, wrapped into his embrace, she could imagine it. Once she calmed down she would feel guilty, she would feel regret, but now the silver knight had taken off her armor and she was letting herself lose it. What was control anymore? She was so tired of playing the servant, but she dared not vocalize the feeling, or bring it to life, because for all the discontentment she had lately, the Duchess loved her King. It hurt that she knew he would never love her, it hurt that she knew she was just another tool, it hurt that she knew it was possible her children might one day face Taurig?s fate. And yet, her heart was so bound to him, and now it almost felt like she were caught in a tug of war.
She wanted to tell him all she felt through her body, because nonverbal communication said more than verbal, and it was so much more powerful. And yet, how could she believe that, when Taurig spoke to her the most powerful words at all. She couldn?t find her voice, but her heart began to beat rapidly, so loudly she could hear it in her ears, and she wondered if Taurig could make out its sound as well. The woman didn?t respond with her words, instead rasping a tongue against his neck, because sometimes actions did speak louder than words. ?You should forget. Find yourself a nice, sweet girl who will treat you like you?re the very air she needs to live,? she told him, and oh goodness how much she wanted to be that girl, and how much she felt torn that she knew it would never be possible.