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The sound of knocking awoke me from my slumber. The sound came again, except this time it was louder and more impatient. I let out a long sigh, while rubbing my eyes clean of sleep. The knock came once more, feeling more awake now, I decided to get the door.
I slowly got up from my position on the bed, I yawned lightly, and lowered my feet to the floor. I walked sluggishly, while still rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the fact that someone was knocking at my door at 4:00 in the morning. Then came an impatient voice from behind the door, "What's taking her so long?" I immediately recognized the voice as Auron's! I now felt reluctant to answer the door, what could he want from me at this hour? I quickly paced over to the vanity mirror, I combed my hair softly, as to remove the knots before I went back to the door to contemplate whether I should open it or not. I sat myself down in the chair, gazing at my reflection. I appeared to be dreadfully tired; my lips were chapped on account that I had not put any lip-gloss on them for at-least six hours. I gazed into my own eyes, they looked as if they'd been drained of all life and nothing were there to keep them sparkling like the stars anymore.
After a good five minutes of hearing knock after knock, I was ready to answer the door.
I took a deep breath, and asked, "What is that you want from me, sir Auron?" I heard a long sigh, he said, "I thought you would never wake up. Please, open the door, I wish to speak with you." I unlatched the lock and opened the door. There was a look of urgency in his eye, I could tell that he'd came for serious reasons tonight, for he hadn't looked like this in a long time. I smiled welcomingly at him, I gestured my arm for him to come inside.
He peered around the room, looking for something, but it was as if he didn't know what he was looking for. Then, he turned his gaze upon me; I impulsively glanced downwards avoiding his stare.
Without asking, he sat himself down on the bed, getting comfortable as he rested his back against the headboard. My lord I've got a man on my bed! And to make the situation worse it's sir Auron! I thought frantically to myself.
He said, "Ahem, Yuna, I would like an audience with you. Please, sit down." He instructed calmly. I sighed and walked over to the bed, I then thought it would be a good idea to sit in the bedside chair instead. I sat myself down in it.
"Yuna," he began, "I want to make a few things clear. Do you feel like you can listen to what I have to say?" he asked. I nodded my head, signaling him to go on. "Well, I feel." he trailed off. "What is it?" I asked, urging him to speak of what ailed him. He took the top off his sake bottle and drank a little, buying his time for as long as he could. He then put it down and cleared his throat, he said, "Listen. you might think this selfish of me, but. I would like it if you forgot Maester Seymour ever asked for your hand in marriage." His words were clear to me; they rang like a bell in my ears. He, for some reason, didn't want me to be with Seymour. Could it be then, could he actually love me? I asked myself, feeling the apprehension rise in me.
He waited patiently for my response; I knew what I wanted to say. but what if he didn't have feelings? Then I'd be heart broken and he would think awkwardly of me. I glanced down at the blue carpet of the inn, searching for the right things to say, the perfect thing to say, but I couldn't find it. I just wanted to say with all of my heart, that I loved him, and would gladly forget the whole pilgrimage if he were to tell me he felt the same.
But, an aching part of me said that I would be a fool to tell him how I felt. So, I kept it quiet, I replied with, "Sir, I respect your putting so much thought into my future. but could you please tell me why I should forget what he said to me?" He took another swig from his jug, and then he replied, "Yuna, ever since you were a child, I've been told to look after you and make sure that you made the right decisions in your life. But, here's where I feel I need to step in." he said.
"Well, sure, my father wanted you to protect me, but I have a right to know why you particularly won't approve of my marrying the Maester." He laughed, "So, you're telling me that the decision has already been made then? You will marry that snake, let him degrade you, and show all of Spira who really has all of the power then?" he said, anger showing in his voice.
"Auron! I have no choice, what am I to say? That I won't marry him and that what he said means nothing to me?" I replied frantically. "Well, yes." His selfish response baffled me, he wanted to tell me so much that he loved me, but he wanted to make excuses until the day it killed him.
"Auron, I can't make any promises, but I will say this, I appreciate what you've said, I think it took a lot of courage. But, here's what I want to know. what will you do if I follow the original plan of marrying him?" He thought for a second, and said, "Well, for one I will not be a party to your wedding, nor will I accompany you on your pilgrimage. That about sums it up." He said with certainty. "I for one, would truly miss your company on the trip, and your not being there for the wedding would be. well it would be wrong in my opinion. I want you to stay with us, but, I don't know if I can just throw away my priorities for you either."
He made a sudden movement, he came to be next to me, and he slid his hand over my cheek, massaging it lightly. His touch sent shivers down my spine, as he moved his hand from my cheek to my shoulder. I moved my lips to his, and pressed them against his softly. He leaned into the kiss, exploring my body with his hands. He broke the kiss, he started down my neck, kissing me hungrily and touching me in ways I'd never felt before. Suddenly, he broke away from me, his piercing gaze rending me. He then got up and started for the door. A got on my feet and hustled after him, I cried, "Auron! Why must you leave me?" He turned abruptly, and he said, "Look at you! You're just a child, if I do anything with you, I know I'll end up regretting it sooner or later!" he said, in a low and agitated tone of voice. "We cannot regret anything if we don't give anything a chance!" I cried. "Listen to yourself! You sound like a spoiled brat, that only wants things to go her way and no other!" he said, as he opened the door and slammed it behind him.
I rushed over to it and fell to my knees onto the ground. I buried my face in my hands and started to cry uncontrollably, trembling, and hitting the floor in anguish. I wished things had gone right, I prayed that he wouldn't hate me. I felt like getting a knife and just cutting myself to relive the pain, cut away all of the parts of me that I had aloud him to touch.
I soon tired, and let my head fall to the floor. I fell into a sleep restlessness, thinking about what had happened, whimpering in my sleep, and clutching the ground as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Awww, sorry about the added angst there, hope you liked it. Review please!
The sound of knocking awoke me from my slumber. The sound came again, except this time it was louder and more impatient. I let out a long sigh, while rubbing my eyes clean of sleep. The knock came once more, feeling more awake now, I decided to get the door.
I slowly got up from my position on the bed, I yawned lightly, and lowered my feet to the floor. I walked sluggishly, while still rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the fact that someone was knocking at my door at 4:00 in the morning. Then came an impatient voice from behind the door, "What's taking her so long?" I immediately recognized the voice as Auron's! I now felt reluctant to answer the door, what could he want from me at this hour? I quickly paced over to the vanity mirror, I combed my hair softly, as to remove the knots before I went back to the door to contemplate whether I should open it or not. I sat myself down in the chair, gazing at my reflection. I appeared to be dreadfully tired; my lips were chapped on account that I had not put any lip-gloss on them for at-least six hours. I gazed into my own eyes, they looked as if they'd been drained of all life and nothing were there to keep them sparkling like the stars anymore.
After a good five minutes of hearing knock after knock, I was ready to answer the door.
I took a deep breath, and asked, "What is that you want from me, sir Auron?" I heard a long sigh, he said, "I thought you would never wake up. Please, open the door, I wish to speak with you." I unlatched the lock and opened the door. There was a look of urgency in his eye, I could tell that he'd came for serious reasons tonight, for he hadn't looked like this in a long time. I smiled welcomingly at him, I gestured my arm for him to come inside.
He peered around the room, looking for something, but it was as if he didn't know what he was looking for. Then, he turned his gaze upon me; I impulsively glanced downwards avoiding his stare.
Without asking, he sat himself down on the bed, getting comfortable as he rested his back against the headboard. My lord I've got a man on my bed! And to make the situation worse it's sir Auron! I thought frantically to myself.
He said, "Ahem, Yuna, I would like an audience with you. Please, sit down." He instructed calmly. I sighed and walked over to the bed, I then thought it would be a good idea to sit in the bedside chair instead. I sat myself down in it.
"Yuna," he began, "I want to make a few things clear. Do you feel like you can listen to what I have to say?" he asked. I nodded my head, signaling him to go on. "Well, I feel." he trailed off. "What is it?" I asked, urging him to speak of what ailed him. He took the top off his sake bottle and drank a little, buying his time for as long as he could. He then put it down and cleared his throat, he said, "Listen. you might think this selfish of me, but. I would like it if you forgot Maester Seymour ever asked for your hand in marriage." His words were clear to me; they rang like a bell in my ears. He, for some reason, didn't want me to be with Seymour. Could it be then, could he actually love me? I asked myself, feeling the apprehension rise in me.
He waited patiently for my response; I knew what I wanted to say. but what if he didn't have feelings? Then I'd be heart broken and he would think awkwardly of me. I glanced down at the blue carpet of the inn, searching for the right things to say, the perfect thing to say, but I couldn't find it. I just wanted to say with all of my heart, that I loved him, and would gladly forget the whole pilgrimage if he were to tell me he felt the same.
But, an aching part of me said that I would be a fool to tell him how I felt. So, I kept it quiet, I replied with, "Sir, I respect your putting so much thought into my future. but could you please tell me why I should forget what he said to me?" He took another swig from his jug, and then he replied, "Yuna, ever since you were a child, I've been told to look after you and make sure that you made the right decisions in your life. But, here's where I feel I need to step in." he said.
"Well, sure, my father wanted you to protect me, but I have a right to know why you particularly won't approve of my marrying the Maester." He laughed, "So, you're telling me that the decision has already been made then? You will marry that snake, let him degrade you, and show all of Spira who really has all of the power then?" he said, anger showing in his voice.
"Auron! I have no choice, what am I to say? That I won't marry him and that what he said means nothing to me?" I replied frantically. "Well, yes." His selfish response baffled me, he wanted to tell me so much that he loved me, but he wanted to make excuses until the day it killed him.
"Auron, I can't make any promises, but I will say this, I appreciate what you've said, I think it took a lot of courage. But, here's what I want to know. what will you do if I follow the original plan of marrying him?" He thought for a second, and said, "Well, for one I will not be a party to your wedding, nor will I accompany you on your pilgrimage. That about sums it up." He said with certainty. "I for one, would truly miss your company on the trip, and your not being there for the wedding would be. well it would be wrong in my opinion. I want you to stay with us, but, I don't know if I can just throw away my priorities for you either."
He made a sudden movement, he came to be next to me, and he slid his hand over my cheek, massaging it lightly. His touch sent shivers down my spine, as he moved his hand from my cheek to my shoulder. I moved my lips to his, and pressed them against his softly. He leaned into the kiss, exploring my body with his hands. He broke the kiss, he started down my neck, kissing me hungrily and touching me in ways I'd never felt before. Suddenly, he broke away from me, his piercing gaze rending me. He then got up and started for the door. A got on my feet and hustled after him, I cried, "Auron! Why must you leave me?" He turned abruptly, and he said, "Look at you! You're just a child, if I do anything with you, I know I'll end up regretting it sooner or later!" he said, in a low and agitated tone of voice. "We cannot regret anything if we don't give anything a chance!" I cried. "Listen to yourself! You sound like a spoiled brat, that only wants things to go her way and no other!" he said, as he opened the door and slammed it behind him.
I rushed over to it and fell to my knees onto the ground. I buried my face in my hands and started to cry uncontrollably, trembling, and hitting the floor in anguish. I wished things had gone right, I prayed that he wouldn't hate me. I felt like getting a knife and just cutting myself to relive the pain, cut away all of the parts of me that I had aloud him to touch.
I soon tired, and let my head fall to the floor. I fell into a sleep restlessness, thinking about what had happened, whimpering in my sleep, and clutching the ground as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Awww, sorry about the added angst there, hope you liked it. Review please!