cascadiabound
MrTs barmaid
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Before this night, I could never have imagined being kissed with such passion... with such feeling. The depth of your connection to me seems to communicate directly to my soul by your lips.
I glance over my shoulder at the angry group at the edge of the meadow. They are well known to me. My mind recalls all of the times my intended's mother had treated me as little more than a potential servant girl. And his brothers were nearly as distasteful to me as my betrothed. They were moneyed, but entitled, carelessly cruel and hard of heart.
While I cannot remember a time these people were not a part of my life... I feel no love for them. I have felt trapped ever since I truly understood what it meant when my father promised my hand in marriage to a man with whom I had barely spoken.
I bite my lower lip as I look up at you. Seeing the determination in your eye and the clench of your jaw even as you smile wryly at me, it occurs to me in a flash of insight that you are actually offering me a way out.
My heart racing from passion, now mixed with fear, begins to pound with the trepidation of risk comingled with hope. Your commanding tone has the effect of calming me, strangely - in spite of the impending confrontation.
I am clutching you with one hand as my other futilely attempts to cover myself with my tattered gown.
The wall? He wants me to make a run for it?
Your words ring in my ear. I now glance behind us at the garden wall. Gauging how far it is. I look up at you once again - meeting your steady gaze. Your eyes are dark with intense passion and determination. I nod ever so slightly my assent.
Yes, I think, I will do whatsoever he tells me - I will link my fate to his.
I glance over my shoulder at the angry group at the edge of the meadow. They are well known to me. My mind recalls all of the times my intended's mother had treated me as little more than a potential servant girl. And his brothers were nearly as distasteful to me as my betrothed. They were moneyed, but entitled, carelessly cruel and hard of heart.
While I cannot remember a time these people were not a part of my life... I feel no love for them. I have felt trapped ever since I truly understood what it meant when my father promised my hand in marriage to a man with whom I had barely spoken.
I bite my lower lip as I look up at you. Seeing the determination in your eye and the clench of your jaw even as you smile wryly at me, it occurs to me in a flash of insight that you are actually offering me a way out.
My heart racing from passion, now mixed with fear, begins to pound with the trepidation of risk comingled with hope. Your commanding tone has the effect of calming me, strangely - in spite of the impending confrontation.
I am clutching you with one hand as my other futilely attempts to cover myself with my tattered gown.
The wall? He wants me to make a run for it?
Your words ring in my ear. I now glance behind us at the garden wall. Gauging how far it is. I look up at you once again - meeting your steady gaze. Your eyes are dark with intense passion and determination. I nod ever so slightly my assent.
Yes, I think, I will do whatsoever he tells me - I will link my fate to his.
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