Based on the T&I movie, which finally came out! R&R.

.x. Charred Black Remains .x.

The smoke smothers me
And I don't know how to feel
These charred black remains
Of what I could have had
A
nd I give her up for him…

"She is loyal to you, I am sure of it." What a liar I am. A treacherous snake of the most deceitful kind. Each time I see the iron-cast hand, the mark of what he gave up for me, the pang of guilt I feel grows worse. And every time he looks at her, I grow sicker and sicker. I see my anguish, the screaming out of my tortured heart, reflected in the dancing flames before me. Our home, the books and harp and child she imagined, is gone now. Swallowed up by the same hellish inferno that will one day swallow us.

"…We'll never do that, nothing of the sort: no picnics, no unguarded smiles…no rings. Just stolen moments that leave to quickly…"

Every touch, every moment flashes before my eyes, and I realize the truth of what she told me that day. I see her in the hut in Ireland, the look in her eyes when she told me that she was betrothed, the sight of her walking away from me as she pushed my boat out to sea. Isolde at the tournament… Isolde at her wedding… Isolde in our "home" that now cackles in spite of me…

"I'll pretend it's you…"

And I cannot stop the tears, newly warm in the corners of my dark eyes, from being created, but I do not let them fall. I must learn to forget her, no matter how impossible that may be. I shall return to my life lived for duty and honor, the things that seem so foreign to me now, as though they are childish whims from an era long since passed.

"Love is made by God. Ignore it and you suffer as you cannot imagine."

I drink the sight in one last time, my frame silhouetted black against the blaze, and I tear myself away. I return to the castle, knowing that I will pass these ruins on our traditional rides at the full moon with Marke, and I know that he will never understand the reason that they are so forebodingly black. He will never understand the reason I cannot look at them. And he will never understand that the love I feel for him has caused me to make the sight of those ruins so painful for myself.