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"Dont Say You Love Me"
Chapter 04
Tristan awoke early the next morning, feeling quite sick to his stomach. Not so much sick, as in being ill, but just that nauseous feeling that takes over us when we're not looking forward to something or another. Sighing, he rolled out of his king size bed and made his way into the bathroom to shower. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged feeling a hundred times better. After dressing,
he went downstairs where the cook was, as usual, waiting with his breakfast.
"Morning, Master Tristan," The middle aged woman greeted, placing the plate in front of him.
"Morning, Nina. Beautiful out, isn't it?" Tristan replied.
Nina nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes indeed, Master Tristan."
Tristan cringed every time she addressed him as her master, it made him feel as if he belonged back in the 1800's, with slaves and other such things. But every time he tried to talk her into calling him something else, she refused. "This is delicious, Nina."
The cook beamed and disappeared back into the kitchen.
Having been left alone, Tristan quickly ate and slipped out into the garden behind the main house. It had always been his place of tranquility. Thoughts of what he was doing today made the sick feeling return to his stomach, though and he dropped down onto the bench next to the pond in the middle of the garden. He really didn't want to be showcased as an eligible bachelor. In all honesty, he didn't want to be showcased as anything other than what he was, despite the money, a normal human being. But having discussed this with his father the night before, Tristan knew he didn't have any way out of it. Today, whether he liked it or not, he would be poked and prodded at, asked humiliating questions by some nosy reporter and then have his personal life promoted in some magazine. Shaking away images of some overweight middle aged woman poking him in inappropriate spots, Tristan got up and wandered back into the house, settling in the library, where he picked up a random book. Romeo & Juliet. Not yet another reminder of Rory, Tristan silently sighed. No matter how hard he tried, how many days he went without a single thought of her, something always came back and bit him in the ass, his feeling being pushed back to the surface. He refused to admit he still loved her, even if only to himself. Admitting that would be weak, he had convinced himself long ago. So he slammed the book shut and went back to his room, pushing any and all thoughts of anything from his mind.
*****
Eh, waaaaay too short, yes? Turmoil, the man is in turmoil of his feelings! I just had to show that. Im working on the next chapter (with troryness! *yay*), so keep your eyes glued to the screen for that. It'll be up tonight IF I get at least 10 more reviews =D . If not, I'll be a brat and hold back for a few days :) Okay, byebye
*~*Shay*~*
Feedback : I worship all that review. Shrines will be built, holidays will be declared. Just review :)
A/N : Sheesh, some people are just scurry. People have literally sent me evil emails demanding I update now. Crazy crap. I dont wanna die, so here.
Chapter 04
Tristan awoke early the next morning, feeling quite sick to his stomach. Not so much sick, as in being ill, but just that nauseous feeling that takes over us when we're not looking forward to something or another. Sighing, he rolled out of his king size bed and made his way into the bathroom to shower. Fifteen minutes later, he emerged feeling a hundred times better. After dressing,
he went downstairs where the cook was, as usual, waiting with his breakfast.
"Morning, Master Tristan," The middle aged woman greeted, placing the plate in front of him.
"Morning, Nina. Beautiful out, isn't it?" Tristan replied.
Nina nodded, smiling brightly. "Yes indeed, Master Tristan."
Tristan cringed every time she addressed him as her master, it made him feel as if he belonged back in the 1800's, with slaves and other such things. But every time he tried to talk her into calling him something else, she refused. "This is delicious, Nina."
The cook beamed and disappeared back into the kitchen.
Having been left alone, Tristan quickly ate and slipped out into the garden behind the main house. It had always been his place of tranquility. Thoughts of what he was doing today made the sick feeling return to his stomach, though and he dropped down onto the bench next to the pond in the middle of the garden. He really didn't want to be showcased as an eligible bachelor. In all honesty, he didn't want to be showcased as anything other than what he was, despite the money, a normal human being. But having discussed this with his father the night before, Tristan knew he didn't have any way out of it. Today, whether he liked it or not, he would be poked and prodded at, asked humiliating questions by some nosy reporter and then have his personal life promoted in some magazine. Shaking away images of some overweight middle aged woman poking him in inappropriate spots, Tristan got up and wandered back into the house, settling in the library, where he picked up a random book. Romeo & Juliet. Not yet another reminder of Rory, Tristan silently sighed. No matter how hard he tried, how many days he went without a single thought of her, something always came back and bit him in the ass, his feeling being pushed back to the surface. He refused to admit he still loved her, even if only to himself. Admitting that would be weak, he had convinced himself long ago. So he slammed the book shut and went back to his room, pushing any and all thoughts of anything from his mind.
*****
Eh, waaaaay too short, yes? Turmoil, the man is in turmoil of his feelings! I just had to show that. Im working on the next chapter (with troryness! *yay*), so keep your eyes glued to the screen for that. It'll be up tonight IF I get at least 10 more reviews =D . If not, I'll be a brat and hold back for a few days :) Okay, byebye
*~*Shay*~*