Back again: I didn't read any reviews because I am writing this at the same time as the prologue. Thanks, though, if you have read the story or reviewed or both!
Tonianne
Poetic Tragedy3790
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I remember the first time I saw him. I was at my lowliest time, when all I wanted to do was escape. I felt like there was no meaning to my life. I was ready to leave my home, bringing my poor Bronia with me. I had no desire to marry the brute of a man that my father had chosen for me and I decided to leave. Well, as I was arguing with my nanny, I saw a boat, turned on its side, and interest was immediately sparked in me. I ran to it and saw a man lying prone on the cold sand. I remember rushing forward and checking to see if the spark of life had left him or not. It hadn't.
I don't know why but I was greatly relieved. I smiled and called to Bronia, telling her he was alive and that we needed to get him somewhere safe. We brought him to the little hideaway I had by the sea. We warmed him using our own body heat. Lying nude next to him, I remember the smell of poison and fear yet a contentment that I only felt when I was with him. Our connection was that instant.
Oh how I loved him. I nursed him back to health and began a friendship with him. He was kind and gentle, yet intense and scary at the same time. He was nothing like the image of the British that my father had given me. His smile was intoxicating, and even though he seldom turned the corners of his lips up, those scarce grins were like having heaven before me. He was kind, a gentle soul that I could easily see was fragile. He swore he did not believe in love but I thought, and still think to this day, that the only reason he told himself that was because he didn't want to be hurt.
I quickly fell in love with him and, when we first touched, I knew that we belonged together. We fit each other perfectly and I felt safe and free in his arms, yet at the same time, something nagged at me, telling me that we were doomed. I never listened to it and continued on with our romance.
Those days we spent together were magical. I think we healed each other. Our broken hearts were being mended and we gave into our passions. We were complete.
Even though Bronia denied it at first, I think she took a liking to poor Tristan of Aragon. I remember seeing her one night, when we were about to leave after he had fallen asleep, lay a blanket across his bare shoulders. I remember seeing her pat his head, smiling as she did so. I never approached her about it. Why should I? She cared for him, I know she did. It was impossible not to care for Tristan. He was a remarkable young man who could steal anyone's heart by just being with them.
One night, while I was lying in his strong arms, I traced a few of his scars with my finger. He stopped me and kissed my fingertips lightly. I looked up into his dark eyes and he smiled.
"I am a broken man, Isolde, yet you love me. Why?"
I placed my head on his chest and said, "Because you complete me."
And he did. He filled that empty void in my heart.
When the sword was found and the shores were being scoured for the body of the one who was in the boat, my heart grew cold. I had to get Tristan out of there. I flew to the little room and pulled him out. We pulled the boat into the water and said our farewells.
"Come with me," he said.
Oh I wanted to, but I knew my father would never rest until he found me and I knew Tristan would never give me up. I didn't want to see him die so I said no. I wanted to know he was alive somewhere thinking of me.
I don't know if he understood but watching him row away, it was one of the saddest moments of my life. We were once again missing a piece of ourselves and I didn't know if that void would ever be filled again. Tristan of Aragon came into my life quickly and as quickly, left.
Alrighty, then, what did you think? Come one\, you know you want to tell me. Please. Alright. I think I'm going to see the movie for the third time this Saturday with my friend/boyfriend so hopefully, after I get done bawling, I'll remember all the names this time. LOL.