Chapter One: March 14th, 1592
They had been chasing him all night. His glossy locks unfurled in the wind as he ran. His cobalt orbs could see the tendrils of light dancing through the snow-dappled branches of the now-bare pine trees. He had reached the edges of his family estate, the magnificent stone building tiny in the distance, but resplendent nonetheless in the pale morning glow.
"Ye, verily I am safe! For what light through yonder forest will put to flight those monstrous beasts!" His velvet tones caressed the morning air. His face glistening with a beauteous sheen, his cravat rakishly askew. He paused momentarily, breathlessly, for his anckle pained him from where the savage beasts had torn at his boot.
"Oh Gods, there is blood!" The handsome young lord cursed, before striding purposefully, toward the manor. Exhaustion swept through his virile, strong limbs like a wave of strong emotion. It would have caused a lesser man to fall.
Staggering to the huge wooden door, he fell! The door swung open with a loud creak and his butler appeared. Concern on his face, he reached down to assist his master.
"It's been so long…see my eyes are red? It's just the fear of losing you…" His voice cracked with emotion.
"Cullen, you wouldn't believe what I've been through…my wife, Bella, is she well?" He asked anxiously, emotions coursing through him.
"She's by the fire in the parlour." The butler, emotional, could barely respond. His spherical globes, so green, filled with tears of relief. Sir Jacob Black nodded, love of his excellent wife causing him to feel strong emotion.
Suddenly, Lady Bella Black walked in. All eyes followed her perfect form, as she elegantly glid through the room. The midnight tresses of her silken hair tumbled endlessly around her swanlike alabaster neck. Her sparkling blue eyes, framed with long dark curling lashes, alighted on her husband. Her tiny rosebud mouth widened into a charmingly delightful smile as she realised he was alive!
Her husband as usual felt unworthy to be in the company of such a perfect angel. He marvelled at his luck at capturing such a precious butterfly. Her elegance, charm, beauty, and talent made her the most perfect of all humans, and too good for this earth. Mere mortals were unworthy of her attention, and everyone instantly fell in love with her. She smelt faintly of chrysanthemums, and gasoline.
"Hello! Good morning!" She said in dulcet tones. The two men gaped in wonder at the perfect eloquence of her exclamation.
Picking her up and twirling her around, for she was as light as a child, they laughed and were blissfully happy together.