So you no what I hate plots within a plot... but I can't help it I hate rushing through things and I'd like to make sure everyone follows.
When she first met him he had protected her from bandits. She had traveled to visit her ill aunt and was on the way back when it happened. She was told to stay silent and so she had but then sounds of gratitude were heard and she took a quick peek out the window to see the results of battle.
And there in the midst of her guards was a younger man exasperation his face but shaking their hands in acceptance.
She didn't know why she opened the door but she had and when she saw him in full form there was nothing to write home about. Comely and plain despite the fiery hair color and almost orange eyes. But there was something about him…
Something that drew her….
"You act like a knight"
She hung out the window looking at the guest escort that trailed beside her. And those Amber eyes gave her a quick glance and turned away unable to hide the tint of pink on his cheeks,
"I was raised in a similar way, yes"
She had met many men who were knights, though most were older she would admit but they all had the same stiffness,
"...Is that...Is that really all you want to be though? A knight?"
As soon as the words left she realized how intrusive they sounded and bit her lip in embarrassment,
"I apologize i went…"
"I'm not sure"
She looked at him and his eyes were distant.
"But it's all i know"
How many had told her that destiny was inevitable? Those born as knights would be knights, those as peasants as peasants, those as royalty… nothing would change. And it was stifling because she was not ungrateful by her lot in life, rather she wished there was more than that….
Would she always live this life?
Obeying the commands of her father?
Being married off to simply bear children?
But…
She didn't know any other life…
"Me too"
She whispered.
They talked of many things. Casual and political. He didn't mind her opinion and corrected her gently if she made a mistake and she never felt so cared for. He listened.
But the journey ended too soon for the both of them…
She wanted to talk to him more…
Listen to him more…
Be with him…
"There's a competition!"
She called out before he went too far out of reach. Before the gate closed and it would end the happiness that she had only felt this once.
"A competition for my hand in marriage!"
He looked surprised. It was a while off indeed but her father was already thinking of it so she had no doubt that it would happen. And maybe she was being silly but… Why was it with him she felt alive?
Why was it with him she felt like she had meaning?
Even though it was so short…
Why?
"Marry me!"
And the gate closed and she couldn't hear his response. To say her father wasn't pleased with her impromptu proposal was an understatement. And she never heard of him again.
She didn't know if he had gotten hurt, or was even alive. If he had married some other woman and was having children…
She was locked in the tower preparing to be a bride because….
That's all she knew…
MARK HITSUGIYA
The name should have been lost among the record but for reason she saw it. As if it were glowing against the paper she saw it. She couldn't miss it, she couldn't forget it.
That person…
HAD COME FOR HER!
The joy and happiness that spread through her was uncontainable. The love she felt was unfathomable. After two long year he hadn't forgotten her… he had remembered.
And he had accepted.
"SOMEONE LIKE YOU DOESN'T DESERVE MARK!"
She heard,
She understood,
After meeting Mark she had also realized that Mark deserved the best. That he was wonderful in his own right and should have nothing less….
But…
"Why did Mark chose you?"
He had chosen her. He had returned. He had accepted her feelings.
So this girl saying such a thing bothered her more than she would like to admit.
"And who are you?"
Victoria said with a glare because she didn't like it when people slandered or accused her when she was innocent, who did?
And the young blonde clearly her junior looked shocked. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Who am…"
But it disappeared only for the anger and hate to return tenfold
"I'm...I'M THE ONE THAT KNOWS MARK BEST!"
Was she a friend? A sister? a n ex lover? Victoria didn't know but the hope that had grown increasingly larger each day that Mark got closer to the finish line… she couldn't let it end like this!
"Well… I apologize if i hurt you but.."
Not that she was really sorry. She wasn't sorry at all but training had taught her to speak the opposite of her mind so she apologized anyway. But even then training had not deluded her from her real feeling,
"I love him"
And maybe she was a bit sorry. Because the girl in front of her looked like she was breaking. Like her world was ending and it could never be mended. Those brown eyes looked so fragile and innocently hurt,
"You...love..him?"
Victoria couldn't look anymore, she couldn't see it… she couldn't watch the pain that was inflicting on this child before her..
"But what do you...what do you…"
The sentence was broken and the voice quivered,
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM!"
Victoria's head snapped up quickly,
"WHAT HE LIKES WHAT HE DISLIKES, DO YOU KNOW HIS FAVORITE COLOR?!"
She didn't. They never got that far but still there was no denying that…
"WHAT BOTHERS HIM THE MOST? THE SONG HE HUMS AS HE WAITS? THE TICK HE HAS WHEN HE'S NERVOUS?!"
Not a friend, certainly not a sister….
"WHAT HIS FAVORITE FOOD IS?! AND HIS MORNING ROUTINE! HOW MANY PUSH UPS HE DOES ON THURSDAY AND WHY HE TAKES HIS BREAKS ON SATURDAYS!? YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"
This was a girl… a girl in love…
truly ...madly...deeply… in love….
But…
"Even so…."
Victoria couldn't let go. She had finally found hope, and joy and… so even though this young girl was crying...lost in the pain of betrayal and heartbreak…
"Even so...I love him"
