POV Elvira Grey
Present Day
I looked longingly into his eyes. I could feel a force seeping from me into my gaze, as some part of me wished for him to look at me the way I knew I looked at him. I couldn't stop myself; there was a force pulling me to him, and I felt a force wanting me to use what I had to pull him to me. I couldn't help but worry, as after we kissed with such feeling between us he then sat on the floor crying with the other man. When he went to turn away after we kissed, I had started to stop him from looking to the other man, but something else inside of me was telling me to let him go.
I felt conflicted, so I stood there and waited for him to finish. I felt my world darken and my heart feel like it was breaking. I could not stand to see him cry, and something inside of me telling me that it was my fault he was crying. I did not know what I had done wrong, I had merely seen him and fallen. As quickly as that guilt bubbled up, a new feeling course through burning hot – how dare he not look at me in the same reverence I looked at him. This hot sensation coursing through my heart expanded into disgust that I had looked at him in this way, which caused me to become confused; that wasn't me. My emotions were running too fast for me to understand anything, and the dark world became foggy.
When he turned to me, the world lit up again.
My mind suddenly became clear, the hot sensation shrank away into nothingness and my grin returned in response to the smile he gave me. My heart felt lighter as I felt like jumping up and down in excitement. I bounced over to him and latched onto his hand. I wanted to hold him tight and keep kissing him until I felt like I couldn't kiss anymore, then kiss him some more for good measure.
Now I am in his strong and warm arms, staring into his eyes with a magnificent ring on my finger. It is like fate has pushed us together, and I can't stop my heart from beating fast. I find myself drawing my tongue across my lips and try to fight the urge to finish the lick; only for this effort to be in vain. I can see that he is entranced by this, by me. I find this oddly intoxicating.
His name is William. My William. And I am soon to be his Elvira.
He tucked my arm in his, and we walked through the beautiful graveyard towards the city. As beautiful as the graveyard was, walking into the city felt like coming home. The constant sound of conversation, the tall buildings and walking between a bustle to get to your location. The people we walked through seemed to know my William and would shout blessings at him. When people saw him they smiled; particularly the women. Many came over and tried to flirt with him, while I was still there. William waited for them to speak, while I stood here fuming, until he then introduced me as the love of his life, and fiancée. The rage that built up from women seeking my man and ignoring my presence was suddenly burnt away by his kiss and smile. The women said a curt and polite hello, but I could see the venom behind their fangs. They wanted my William, and I knew that I would never let them.
The longer these conversations continued, the more tension I could feel running through him. They couldn't see this tension, as he was very kind and polite, but I could feel it; he was as frustrated as I was. This eased some of my jealousy, as I realised that he didn't like these interruptions as much as I. To counteract this, William led us off of the main road, to go for a walk. As we walked, William pointed out several buildings to me. He told me how this is where he grew up, and he brought me to a little garden area and he told me that this was where he and his sister lived, with a view of the mighty castle Fairfax. He called this place "old town", and as we passed by the head of the guard, William introduced me to him. His name is Darius, and he greeted me warmly, wishing me all the best. I decided that I liked Darius, and William would not go wrong to spend more time with him.
After what felt like an hour, we made it to the Bowerstone Market. I felt…weird here. Like I knew this place, but things had changed. It was making me feel a sense of vertigo. I almost fell over, but William put his arm around my waist and held me closer. Somehow having him closer helped prevent the vertigo from taking root. As we passed a market stall, William bought me a single red rose which he tucked into my hair behind my ear, as he grinned at me. I felt like the whole world could have burnt and I would not have noticed.
That is when he showed me our house.
He apologised, explaining that it was messy because he only used it between his travels to rest and plan his next move. The furniture was not of a higher standard, and the stove was broken. He promised to fix it all up as soon as possible. My first thought to the house was revolution; it was messy, a bit dirty and lower class. However, I hid this seeing that William truly meant to fix it. I don't know why I was expecting more, but something inside of me told me to hide the feeling. That I should be grateful for what I have.
I didn't mind the state of the house as much when he closed the door to the outside and led me upstairs. He pulled back the covers on the bed, and smoothed out the under sheet and told me that the bed was mine. He smiled at me and sat down on the nearby comfy chair. Only then did I notice the bags under his eyes and the bandages on his arms. These did not matter to me in my decision: he was going to come to bed, and he was going to do it now. I grinned at him, feeling the same sensation dripping from my eyes as I took his arm and led him over to the bed. Although this feeling made me uncomfortable, I liked the effect it had on him.
He looked back at me with longing and passion, marvelling in his vision of me. These looks seemed to rival those I gave him, and I was intoxicated by his look. In that moment the state of the house, the looks these women gave him and the tiredness rimming his eyes all didn't matter. I felt powerful, loved and wanted.
And I knew just what I was going to do with that power.