Summary: Anne pays the price while Guy tries to repair their "friendship"

Anne held him a little longer. She dared not let go. She didn't want anyone touching him. She wanted him.

She felt a hand.

"Let go,"

She wouldn't. "Let go,"

She did, laying his head carefully, closing his eyelids.

"I warned you what would happen,"

She didn't care. She didn't matter. She'd lost the only person she'd cared about.

He took her in his arms and soothed her cries as they all watched. As Guy stared. John took her up the stairs, closing the door with her inside.

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Guy couldn't sleep. Not now. Not ever. He sat outside, waiting for her to leave. He needed to apologise. He had to make up with her, show her he was worthy. Bring her back to him.

He heard her scream all night, throwing furniture, him screaming back at her. Once or twice he thought it was over, that she'd come out and he could explain. But it never came.

It was dawning when she came out, broken with bruises on her face, tears drenching her skin. She was covered only by a robe which did little to preserve her modesty.

He saw her, but he didn't move. He couldn't. How could he? He had betrayed her trust, left her alone with him, the man he had warned her against. Yet he still wanted her. She made him look at her. Every breathe she took, every smile and laugh made his heart life for joy, stopping the decay Vaisey had begun.

She fell to the floor, a pitiful heap. He gently lifted her, taking her to her room and lying her on her bed. He lit a fire watching her sleep.

She didn't lie there as most girls would have. She tossed and turned, arching her back and kicking out at nothing, moaning all the time. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't bear to see her in pain. He slowly took her in his arms, sitting her on his lap as she slept by the fire 'til she calmed.

He liked her asleep. She had a kind of peace that seeped into everything around her. She just lay there, silent, like an angel.

Slowly she stirred, dragging Guy back into reality. She cried out as she woke, unconsciously grabbing his arm. Comforted by this, he began stroking her hair, hushing her to sleep, whispering sweet nothings and apologies into her ears. She seemed happy there. He was happy. For once, someone needed him, not for money or power but protection.

It didn't last. When she woke, she was in a daze, not remembering anything that had happened after the child died, only asking if it had been buried. It had.

He left her unsure of his future. Unsure of her life.

I know it's short but I think it's sweet.

Noticed lots of people do messages at the end so I may start. I have no idea, I'm just telling you.