He stared out the window of his new home, deep in the forests of Ellesmera. She was walking by again, goddesses he loved it when she walked by… Love! Love was the single most painful thing in the land of Alagaesia, especially that of which is forbidden. The love for which someone cannot have throbs more painfully than any tortures he had, or ever will endure. If only she would return his feelings! Curse the age difference; he'd live just as long as her, especially since now that he was, in fact, one of her race.
She was probably supposed to end up with a prince of some sort, whom had been raised as royalty. He was raised as naught but a farm boy, but… he was a dragon rider now, dragon riders were just as greatly respected as much as most kings or queens. His days of farming had long since passed.
His anger flared as an image of someone else's hands wrapping around her waist flashed through his mind. He sat there fuming for several seconds, until he finally relaxed, realizing he had crushed the small pebble he'd been holding, with his new-found tremendous strength, the rock was now no more than several grains of sand. He turned his palm vertically, furiously letting the sand fall from his palm to the floor. Once again, he returned his gaze to the window, watching intently as her flowing, short, and silvery dress billowed out behind her from her fast pace, blending beautifully with her long, black locks of hair. He watched her walking until she disappeared from view, and even after that his gaze lingered for several minutes on the space where she had been. Love…