I hated the fact that Murtagh and Nasuada were left as they were without atleast a chapter about them. And this one-shot came out of nowhere.

I do not own any of the characters. If I did, they would be together!

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I cannot undo

what I have done;

I can't un-sing

A song that's sung.

And the saddest thing

About my regret -

I can't forgive me;

And you can't forget.

- Long Leav

She remembers the taste of his wine stained mouth, almost like a forbidden sin. The salty and tangy taste with a generous splash of something that was simply him. The memory of it still has the power to make her head spin. She can feel his lips on her, moving in a dance as old as time itself and her cheeks heat up in a flash. His expert lips coaxing hers in a tease and she complying; the pleasure being out of this world. He plunders her mouth with ease giving so much and taking almost nothing. She is reminded of their first kiss, him being hesitant, almost scared; and she had waited so long for it to happen, she was sure she couldn't wait a minute longer. His lips fit on hers like perfection, and she is sure they were made for each other. The thought puts a smile on her face and everyone else wonders why their Queen is suddenly smiling when there was seemingly no joke.

It is with utmost care that she has stored and locked away all the memories of him and yet they come about to play in the most inappropriate moments. In the middle of a very important meeting about assigning jobs to the prisoner of Urubean, her heart hammers loudly in her chest remembering the feel of his fingers against her skin. The memory of his flaming touch on her heated skin has her heart racing harder than she would have thought possible.

She remembers his eyes, the gray of molten steel. And the gray of the stones, the comparisons itself oh so beautiful. She remembers the warmth and the love that his eyes betrayed, the glow in them making everything else seem a facade. His gray eyes holding the power to make her do anything he wanted, she was sure. The way his long eyelashes fanned his cheeks when he blinked. She searches for eyes like his in everyone she sees, never succeeding though.

Then there's the sinful curve of his mouth, the deliciously pink colour of his lips; with the dimples in his cheeks and she is transported to a completely different world. Even without the curve of his lips, he looks strikingly handsome. He somehow manages to leave her breathless and a pang of jealousy stabs her as the thought of him with another invades her mind. Afterall, he has been gone for a long time. She spends minutes trying to find Murtagh in Eragon's face whenever he contacts her. She finds him in his cheekbones and the shape of his eyes. She can trace Murtagh in the way his bottom lip curves in fullness. If Eragon notices her lapses and stares, he doesn't say anything.

In memories, she can hear his rich voice whispering her name like a melody and she swears it's the sweetest song she has ever heard. His voice speaking to her in moments of pain and in moments of pleasure, so deep in texture filling her with hope.

'You know why.'

His words echo in her head over and over again, like a chant and she holds on to it alongwith his promise that he will be back.

His laugh resounds in her body, the happiness evident in his voice. The sound makes her body hum with pleasure, in remembrance of a happier time and an unexpected smile creeps it's way on her lips. His laugh echoes in her mind for a long time and she carefully goes through the so few memories of it. It dips deep in the recesses of her skin, folding itself into her, whispering her words of hope.

She hears his heartbeats at nights, the erratic sound having a calming effect. Erratic, because that is exactly how his heart always felt, her face pressed against his chest, that is how his heart always beat in her proximity. His heartbeat sings a melody only she can understand and her own heart responds to it. It dances across her curves leaving behind a hint of melancholy that resides deep within her. It doesn't last long as the cycle begins again.

She traces the dangerous edges of his cheekbones, hard beneath her soft skin and her heart fills with emotions she can't control. She remembers the sound that escapes his lips at her move and a pain echoes through her at the loss of something she never had.

The Red Rider, as he has come to be known, haunts her dreams; venturing to places that have been previously out of reach. He never stays though, not for long anyway. He is gone as soon as daylight creeps. He is a beautiful dream, a promise of a happy future and she is damned as he dances just out of her reach.

He rushes through her like wildfire, destroying everything in its path. Destroying, building, shaping and changing until she is left with nothing but a mess of herself. She hates herself for it; she hates herself for the fact that every night she breaks down alone. Every night she goes to sleep with his thoughts and taste in her mouth and every morning she wakes up alone with his memories surrounding her and with the fact that she loves him glaring at her face.

Yes, she loves in him; in fire and in blood. She loves him with every fibre of her being and everything in her is aware of the fact. She craves his mouth, his hair and his touch; she craves him more than a drunkard craves for drinks. Silent and starving, her blood races through her for him until she can't breathe. Every inch of her skin thrums with her love for him; she knows that she will wait for him till the end of the time. Till the time he comes back and he will come back. Because Murtagh always keeps his promises, no matter what.

So I wait for you

Like a lonely house

Till you see me again

And live in me.

Till then my windows ache...

- Pablo Neruda

I have another happier one on the line. Let me know if you'd like to read it.