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I spotted her a little up the path and by the time she reached me, her cheeks had a light flush to them. Her emerald eyes sparkled as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and she looked away. Maybe she was embarrassed at such an intimate gesture but I still found it endearing. I watched as she chewed on her lip, looking away; it was odd to see Elizaveta so unsure of herself. I should have known something bad was coming at that point.
"Gilbert. I…I am getting married to Roderich," she mumbled as she continued to avert her gaze. Immediately I stepped back and inhaled deeply, running my hands through my hair. She had to be joking. Roderich? Mr. Aristocrat? The pansy we used to beat up together. Nein. That couldn't be true. My eyes flicked down to her hand and sure enough, there was a ring on it. There wasn't much I could say and even less that I could do except swear that she had never meant anything to me. Being alone was better than whatever I had felt for the Hungarian maid so without a word, I shoved past her and walked down the path. I wanted; no I needed to get away from her. I didn't look back when she called for me. I didn't look back and I swore I never would. Elizaveta could have her marriage and I would make my country stronger, build a better future for my people and one day, I will watch their empire burn.
A/N: Rather short but I think I got his character. Hopefully... anyway Thanks for reading!
