I Won't Give You a Heart Worth Breaking

Desperation. It would become the fire that burned in their breaths. It would become the hope they clung to that all of theur problems would come with an understanding, a resolution, and yet they both knew that it would not. They would stand defending what should rightfully be theirs. They would fail to complete anything. ?Tell my brother you want another. Have you ever tried? I?ll fight for her. I swear to God, I?ll fight for her,? regardless of whether or not it meant defying his brother?s words, or fighting Maverick at arms, he would have Chrysanthe. Maverick couldn?t have her. He didn?t have the courage for a woman like her. He even made it clear. He didn?t want her. How could he? He had to know that something would happen. Had to have faith that something would become of what their life was.


?Love has little to do with a betrothal. You think me incompetent? You think me incapable of registering the fact that you chose this? Ah, you?re wrong if you do. I know you had no say, but now you do, now you have the chance to refuse it all, and yet you idly stand without speaking a word,? He knew little about other Valhallans, however, he did know one thing. He had smelt a pretty little Valhallan on the borders not long ago, and it wasn?t Chrysanthe. There was something there, Maverick?s scent had been found. Chrysanthe had spoken of family. Perhaps it was a sister, the scent was too feminine to be any male. A smile would cover his features, ?She has sisters. I could pursue them,? he wanted to say things that would make sense, and yet, even pulling one of Chrysanthe?s own blood sisters beneath him would not quench his thirst, ?But I can?t, I don?t want them,? He needed Chrysanthe.

The questions would come and he would answer them with ease. O yes, Kamala. What was he to do with that situation. He would only shake his head and look to the side, ?I?d trade your sister for Chrys,? His gaze was unwavering and when the final question Maverick had to ask danced forth, Gideon would stare at him with an unmoving gaze. A terrible act had been committed, and he knew it, a lie, ?Twice,?

Speech!