Thirty-three percent
"Dom, are you ready? It's nearly time," his father called from the doorway.
'Not half,' he thought to himself as he rose and made his way to the chapel.
Vengeance
It was silly, he knew, but what was a man to do when his woman was happily in the arms of another? His only regret for striking out came when he realised that it had only resulted in driving her away even further.
Love
Dom had always thought he'd know when it happened. He didn't. It was a vicious and warm, tearing holes in his logic, striking seemingly out of nowhere. What was this?
Tears
His eyes stung as the tankard of ale was slammed down with a trembling fist. Why her?
Inspiration
A leader he may have been, but innovation had never been a trait which came easily to him. Not, at least, until he met her.
I've been needing something to ground me. Didn't quite work, but... this was produced regardless. Enjoy. Review.
-Khadeejah: 01/10/2011