Eyes Speak More Than Words.
Author's Notes.
The characters do not belong to me the only plot is mine.
Thanks to Scarlett 2112, mandzipop, Tia Salvatore, Lyddy P, Damonfangirl, Happy Gilmore, Riley 38 and my guest reviewer Thank you so much for your wonderful review.
A lot of Thanks to mandzipop who beta this chapter and gave me really good advice.
Special note:
This Chapter is dedicated to my dearest sis/ friend Sohela (Starlight So) for our two years friendship anniversary. Love you, sis!
"Can you believe this!" Everyone looked at her alarmingly when Elena threw newspapers down onto the breakfast table.
Damon glanced up at his wife who was beaming in excitement while flipping her phone screen as he picked up the newspaper.
'Sansa Stark graceful as swan'
'Great Combination of Beauty and Grace!'
'New Trend-Setter!'
'Fresh Face of Prestigious Political Family.'
There were various other headlines and articles regarding Sansa; and while everyone else was scrolling or reading them, Sansa herself sat quietly as she ate her breakfast.
"Thank God no one reported Joffrey's behaviour." Elena sighed with relief, as she put her phone away and grab croissant and butter.
"Well, in that case, you should say thanks to our Sam," Damon told his wife while winking at Sam. "It's because of him they couldn't get any kind of image on that Joffrey Brat Eon."
While guys chuckle on his given nickname Elena stared at her husband curiously. "What has Sam had to do with anything?"
Damon gestured towards Sam to explain. Sam's face starts turning shade pinker as he gulped nervously as all eyes were on him.
"It's my invention actually, a device I design to disrupt signals, mute audios and blur video images at the same time." He explained.
To Elena's surprise, he took out small blue lighter from his pocket and clicked it. "Check your phone." She picked her phone and found it hanged up.
"Wow!" she gasped as Sam clicked his lighter again and a few seconds later her phone started back up again. "This is brilliant Sam; you are such a genius!" Elena carried on as Sam blushed and explain he used his device every time Joffrey created a scene.
"I know it was not in our job description, but I heard you stressing over media and that's why I invented it." He said shyly.
"Thank you so much, Sam, your device really saves us from getting bad publicity, if you ever wanted to change jobs then I will gladly hire you in our company Tec department." Elena smiled. Sam was clearly flattered and thanked her for the compliment.
Sansa cleared her throat and everyone turned to look at her. "Even if he saves Joffrey reputation, few partygoers posted his behaviour, Mrs Baratheon would be displeased that his son was not even mentioned in this news aside from those statements." she pointed out.
Elena's happiness suddenly evaporated when she realized that Cersei wouldn't be happy with her son being rebuffed by media. "Dammit!" She stood up her breakfast long forgotten. "Excuse me guys, but I have to fix this mess."
"Elena!" Damon called after his wife who left like a bolt of lightning.
"Damn you Brat Eons!" Damon threw down his napkin in anger and left to follow his wife.
"Poor Salvatore's, they look really stressed out." Podrick sighed before turning to Sansa, "I'm sorry to say Ma'am but your fiancée..."
"Guard Payne!" Brienne barked, her voice warning enough to prevent Podrick from airing the rest of his thoughts in public.
"Excuse me!" Sansa stood up and left with Brienne without making eye contact with anyone.
Once she was gone Jon finally spoke up. "I don't know why she is marring that brat! She could do a lot better." He said.
"Better! like who?" Tormund teased; his eyes had a knowing glint which made Jon suddenly regret his words.
"Well, she could be with anyone." Pod nodded, completely oblivious to the staring match between Tormund and Jon.
"Well I don't think she can get anyone better than Joffrey," Sam told them.
Three heads turned and gave him a stunning look, but Sam just shook his head. "You guys didn't read Ms Stark's profile?" Sam didn't wait for their embarrassing confessions and continued. "Well if you had read it, then you would know that over the last six years of her non-existent modelling career, she has only dated the most eligible rich guys. In fact, her official ex-boyfriend tally currently stands at forty-eight; and now she is finally settling for the big prize, the future President's Son, who is now boyfriend number forty-nine." Everyone stared at him in disbelief. "Sansa Stark has her own colourful past, which is why she is marring that brat, the same brat who in her eyes is the most perfect choice."
When none of his friends says anything, he gave them a kind smile. "Don't feel sorry for her guys, she knew exactly what she is getting herself into. Let's just do our job and hopefully, we will finally make into Secret Service." He told them, and with that Sam stood up and left, with the others soon following suit, as they try to digest this new information.
Jon went to his room and settled down on his bed, his eyes fell on Sansa's file, which Brienne had given him on the night they arrived. He picked up the folder and went outside to sit in the balcony and began to read all he could about Sansa Stark's past.
By the time he was finished Jon couldn't believe his own eyes nor the words he just read or pictures he saw. The Sansa that he had grown to know from the past two days and the information that was given to him couldn't belong to the same girl. His eyes fell on the pictures of her skimpily clad body, as she danced wildly and provocatively with her past boyfriends. Those beautiful blue eyes were extremely seductive in these pictures, whereas the girl he saw a few minutes ago has the kindest and gentle look in her eyes.
He threw the papers down and stood up, pressing himself against the railings, as he tried to compose his thoughts.
Why does it matter so much! He asked himself but apparently, his mind couldn't give him the answer's he needed, not knowing why he was letting it bother him. "You know nothing, Jon Snow." His Ex-Girlfriend, Ygritte's voice taunted him in his mind.
Jon sighed, feeling even more dejected than ever. He was about to head back when his eyes fell on Sansa, who like him in an endeavour to get some air, had chosen to sit outside on her balcony.
She didn't notice him but he saw a sadness in her face, her blue eyes fixed on birds that were flying around high in the sky while she sat there watching them with wistful eyes.
Jon glanced down at one of the pictures from her past, taking particular notice of her eyes, and then looked back up again, carefully watching her. He was surprised to see how those eyes managed to change so much without changing at all.
Maybe Ygritte was right and he didn't know anything. The things he had read about her could be true or not, but Jon wasn't oblivious to pain, and he recognised the expression of sorrow which was clearly evident in her eyes right at that moment. And Jon knew the eyes were the windows to the soul, which often revealed more than words or deeds and innocent eyes never lied at all.
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By the mid-day, all of the headlines and posts had changed, as they praised Joffrey, who had been spotted in an orphanage, reading stories to children and donating a huge sum of money to the orphanage.
"That Brat couldn't smile genuinely to save his own neck," Damon muttered to his wife as they watched him waving at the crowd, before leaving the orphanage after spending four hours with children.
"Well, at least this will get Cersei off my back." Elena shuddered as she recalled twenty minutes of unpleasant chat with that vile women.
"Well, for now, you can relax and enjoy the rest of your day," Damon told her as he massaged her shoulders.
Elena who was feeling completely stressed out moaned with pleasure at the touch of her husband's magical fingers on her shoulders. She was in such a complete bliss that she is almost forgotten they were still standing in the entrance corridor.
"Mr Salvatore?" An unfamiliar voice from behind suddenly disturbed them, his wife jumping in surprise, however, he managed to grab her before she could slip.
Elena blushed and excused herself leaving Damon and head of the Orphanage who looked embarrassed himself to invade their private moment. "Um, Mr Salvatore I want to personally thank you and your wife, because of you both we will be receiving a five-million-dollar donation for our orphanage." He smiled.
"Please do not thank us." Damon smiled, although he wasn't surprised by the news upon hearing how much money had been donated by the brat. "At least something good came out from all this." He added before they said their goodbyes, and Damon went in search for his wife to let her know the good news.
Eventually, he found her standing near the garden, watching on as the children played. Damon didn't want to disturb her, especially when he saw her smiling the same old smile that he once upon a time, long ago, vowed unsuccessfully to never allow to leave her face. Unfortunately, time and life had caused it to gradually ebb away until it had finally disappeared, which made the sight of its return all the more special.
A little girl around six approached his wife and stared at her shyly before giving her a pink flower. "Is this for me?" Elena asked the little girl, who simply gave her cute dimpled smile and nervously nodded her head. "Thank you." Elena smiled at the little girl as she accepted the gift and took the flower in her hand before the girl quickly turned and ran away.
Damon continued to watch, and for a while, Elena's eyes gleamed with happiness, but slowly the shine slipped away and the steely expression, returned to her eyes once more. He silently continued to observe, as tightly closed her eyes and took deep breaths for a few seconds. The moment her eyes opened back up, they had returned to the same emotionless eyes that he had gotten used to seeing and hating.
When Elena turned around and saw him standing there, he knew that she was fully aware he had just witnessed what had just happened, but instead of acknowledging it, she simply walked past him as nothing happened.
It was with that same indifference she told him. "Let's go, Damon, I have lots of work to do."
Damon wanted to grab her and make her acknowledge the emotional suffering she was covering up, but he managed to stop himself, instead deciding to be patient with her, because, after five years of her not confronting her internal struggles, he couldn't force that on her just yet.
He knew the only way for them to heal as a couple was to first acknowledge the torment Elena was hiding. However, he also recognised that his wife had to admit to her torment, not just to him, but more importantly to herself. Not just for his sake of their marriage but because she is ready to deal with this pain for her own sanity.
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Author's Notes.
As you can see our Heroines are captivating our Heroes mind with their eyes that speak more than words. I hope you enjoyed today's chapter. Please send me your review and motivate me to write more and more.
