A/N - It seems like forever ago that I actually wrote anything. Here's chapter eleven. Enjoy x
Still intoxicated, Talia sauntered around her new environment, stumbling in to everything in her path. Pictures clattered on their hooks, chairs flung out of her way. Eventually, she found herself huddled on the floor, tears beginning to trickle down her face. "What have I done" she whispered effortlessly. A knock at her front door broke the painful silence. She didn't respond. The knock grew louder and full of impatience. In attempt to beckon a sound, nothing could leave her lips except a tiny squeak. Her head fell into her hands. Moments later, her house guard was stood over her in bewilderment. He coughed. "Mm, are you okay Miss Dawnblade?" though his voice asserted that he knew she wasn't. He crouched in front of her. His fingers gently elevating her face. Her eyes seemed blank as if her soul wasn't there. She blinked weakly. Her long eyelashes almost fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. Softly she placed her left hand atop the guard's cheek. She felt it flush beneath her delicate slender hands. Their eyes met almost awkwardly. She began to smile in a flirtatious way. "Care to help me up?" she jested whilst smirking. The guard jumped up quickly helping her to her feet. Their hands still touching, she clasped it directing him to the kitchen. There were at least five empty bottles of Silvermoon City's finest wine atop the table though her wine rack didn't depict this. She motioned for him to sit. As he sat, she made her way to the wine rack, pouring it effortlessly into her glass, she turned her head to the guard sat at her table. "Wine?" she insisted. He looked back at her in slight confusion. He paused before answering. "Just the one, please"
Talia slowly walked to the table, gently swaying her hips seductively – almost pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelashes invitingly. She placed the wine glasses down on the table, then sat across from the guard. "So…" she began. "What's a fine guard like you, looking after a damsel in distress like me? Huh?" she enquired. The guard looked at her in dismay. "Well, Talia – you've known me for years, you clearly don't remember" he explained. He removed his gold plated helmet and placed it on the chair next to him. His blonde hair fell neatly down his back. Talia's eyes widened. She remembered his face. She remembered the ring in his voice. "Cael Brightspear!" she squealed. Her eyes widened in disbelief. Cael chuckled. "You were the finest Paladin I'd ever laid eyes on" she reminisced. "And you was the finest Mage." He paused. "Until you became dark with demonology" he sighed heavily. "Cae, don't be like that" Talia's eyebrows furrowed. "Talia, you left. Without a goodbye. Without an apology. What do you want me to be like?" he said sternly. He rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. Talia jolted to her feet. "Don't leave, Cael. I have so much to explain. So many stories to share with you." She paused briefly. Cael pivoted and locked his eyes on Talia's. "I've missed you" she said with sadness in her voice.
Silence struck the room. She slowly made her way to where Cael was stood. She peered up at him. His eyes, still blue. The only High Elf she'd ever associated with, or moreover, the only one that associated with those any less than themselves. In her heart, she knew her love for Rell could never last. She knew they could never work nor be together. Cael was her first love. The one she left all those years ago. The one she's been yearning for. She gently took his hand and pulled him towards her. His muscular arms cradled her - kissing the top of her head. She snuggled into his chest. "I'm so sorry" she cried. "I should have married you." She sobbed. His grasp grew tighter as they embraced each other. The alcohol in Talia's system was now wearing off. "I forgive you. You was young and scared. I shouldn't have pushed you with life changing decisions." Cael whispered. Suddenly, he backed away and started pacing. "However, I've heard stories about you…" he said in an almost patronising tone. "That Night Elf" he spat. "Has he touched you?" he demanded. Talia froze. Cael was now in her face. "Did he touch you, Talia?!" He half yelled. Her face blank, she recollected her intimacy with Rell. "Cael. That's private, there's no need to snoop or be a dick." She said bluntly. "Please tell me you didn't sleep with that fiend." He warned. Her eyes grew wide with rage. "Dammit Cael. I haven't seen you in over one hundred years and the first thing you want to know is who I've slept with. Are you that jealous?" She yelled. "You're such a ladies man anyway, I bet you've slept your way through this city!" Her face scrunched up. Cael was simply amused by her anger. He let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh yes Talia, I've had Mrs Wintergarden from the Tailors shop, ooh and Lady Ladina... I could go on" he jested. "Ew, they're over five hundred years old, you creep!" she started to chuckle although she was repulsed by his words. They paused. "Can we pick up where we left all those years ago?" Cael asked calmly…