POISON AND WINE

He himself didin't know when he would return to Alacritis. He didn't know when it would feel right to him again, but alas, it had gotten to te point where...it simply couldn't have lasted with the distance. He couldn't bare being so alone...even though seclusion had always been his best friend. A sigh drifted past his lips. She was able to make him feel some kind of regret. A feeling he rarely let touch the edges of his mind. Yet, she grasped him by his very alive concious and for a moment he hated her for it. His eyes fell to the side; avoiding her--and he didn't know what to say. Her words were calm, cool, but they were pardoned. She had moved on and found her distance and her place. He hadn't helped her or stayed nearest her. It was his fault. He could have tried harder....what were they to have been had he been smarter?

"I return for important things," the compliment was slightly jaded by his tone, but it was of the truest caliber. Virgil was important to him. She was his first Queen. While they had never been intimate and he knew not of any feelings she had possessed for him...she was the first he had trusted. He had felt no attatchment to her in an intimate way...he was still too boyish then to picture anything beyond a wanton lust, but looking back now perhaps he could see something else. Perhaps he could have seen a different future had he remained and been as strong as he claimed to be, "You're still a ruler. A peasant doesn't stand that way. Also, peasant doesn't seem a badge you'd wear long if at all," they were a like despite their standings now.