I Won't Give You a Heart Worth Breaking
04-29-2013, 10:53 PM
How could he say that he couldn?t love her. How could he say that through his veins there was not an insatiable fire. There was a hatred, there was a sadness, there was a need to get it off his chest. He yearned for understanding, O how he yearned to understand why the girl he was so entranced by had been given to another. There should have been some unspoken word. Some kind of law, and yet nothing could speak the lord?s heart. No laws prohibited what had happened from happening. No laws would pull Gerhardt from the decision he had made with that Valhallan. Things were sealed, Chrysanthe would come to Seracia, and immediately his mind went to the darkest corners it could have gone. Nothing, no rank, no marriage, no meaning, nor symbol would keep him from her. He would commit acts of infidelity. He would claim her body even if she stood at the side of his Nephew. He cared little. He needed her. He needed her badly.
Obsession would write its letters across his heart. His demanding heart. O how he would burn the bridges and destroy the Earth to right things that had been wronged for him all. Chrysanthe was supposed to be his, and he was supposed to be hers. Except, could he stand, rather pace, across the lands in the method he was when even he had failed to tell her that he was devoting himself to her. When he had failed to tell himself that he was devoting himself to her? He had not been able to make himself only for Chrysanthe, and Chrysanthe alone, and that little truth broke his heart. He yearned for her, to dominate her in a way no other could, but he could not help himself but to think that it was fair she abide by these rules- and not himself.
She would never be okay with his heart in such a place and yet a snarl would erupt from his throat, a hidden call for Maverick. He demanded the heir?s presence. Things would not be simple resolved by him walking around Seracia throwing a fit. Something had to be done. Maverick had already been given a throne that, quite frankly, he should have still been on given the fact he was still plenty capable, and there had never been a site before Seracia like the one unfolding. A serious, scornful, perhaps even vindictive, Gideon James Mathias.
Speech!
04-30-2013, 01:06 PM
The kid that appeared before him had no idea how he was trespassing against Gideon, and yet, it made little sense to him. Why would Gerhardt give Maverick the woman that he had already told him he was thinking of taking as a wife. Could he have asked if there were any other heiresses? It wasn?t fair, it wasn't right. It made him want to choke them out. Everything he loved felt like it was burning to ashes. Blue gaze switched towards the sound of the approaching heir and he would fight to retain a growl that burbled in his chest. There was a volatile air about the duke. Something lethal. Something off. Something insane. His nails would click into the dirt and he would face the russet man, raising his head to the stature that a king could only hold, and here, there was a display that was incredibly powerful, something regal and amazing. Something unmatched. He stood like Gerhardt, and yet, he was bigger than his brother, and he was making it known in the stature he took.
?Refuse your marriage. Chrysanthe is mine,? the chords struck out, demanding. need, obsessive. He had to have her .Maverick would not come to the power of such a thing. It was irrefutable that he would simply cast away what he had been commanded. Perhaps his demands were being made in vain, but he would be clear with the man. ?I won?t stop. I don?t care if she is your wife. I?ll make her mine every night to prove it if I have to.. You can?t have her,? His words fell, as if the blame was due to the russet liege. O, but wasn?t it? If Gideon had still been the heir to the throne then chrysanthe would have been given to him making the entire problem at hand unnecessary.
?Besides, doesn?t the future King of Seracia need himself a virgin?? The secret draped out with intent to screw apart the imagery that had been built. He had stolen Chrysanthe?s innocence with sweet words and gentle kisses, and he was not going to let it meander to another. She was his. He had never been more certain of anything.
Speech!