Casanova: Marriage of convenience, or is it?
Giacomo knocked on Rocco's door, steeling him self for his friends wrath, he knew as soon as he told Rocco what he had done, Rocco would take pleasure in calling him a knob.
Rocco, he answered the door a few moments later. He was wearing only a night shirt, and looked to be half a sleep, and not quite fully awake yet.
He frowned and asked "Giac, what on earth on your doing here? Shouldn't you be entertaining the new wife, showing her why you're so famous?" he smirked sleepily at this.
The smirk left his face, and he was suddenly more awake then he had been moments before, as he took in the expression on his friends face, and the guilt shinning in the large and bright blue eyes.
He gestured for him to enter. He asked "what did you do? You have obviously gone and done something, you're looking far too guilty for it to be other wise anything else."
Giacomo grimaced and looked up remorsefully "I did something really, really bad, something unforgivable. I proved my self to be one of those no good for nothing bastard's who sleeps around and imagines it is another woman he is with."
Rocco moaned as if in pain and covered his face with his hands. He sighed "please for the love of every thing that is holy, tell me you did not do what I think you did."
Giacomo cringed "well, that all depends upon what you think I've gone and done." Rocco glared and snapped "please tell me you did not call out Henriette's name when you shot your load, please, other wise I'll have to considering smacking you."
Giacomo looked liked he was going too keeled over and burst into tears. He nodded and covered his face with his hands, and moaned shaking his head over and over again.
Rocco swore. "Dam it Giac. That's insulting, way beyond insulting, poor Astra. Hell not even I've gone and done that whilst in the sack."
Giacomo scowled and snapped "damn it I know that, I fucking know it was a lousy and shitty thing to do. And I fucking hate my self for it."
He began to pace "god I have never felt so sickened in my life, never did I imagine I would do something like this." He turned around and looked as if he were in agony and his guilt was killing him "oh hell Rocco, I ruined her wedding night."
His voice cracked as he finished "But above all, I ruined her first time. I made her first time into a mockery, instead of something that should have began and ended happily."
Giacomo squeezed his eyes shut tightly and ran a hand through his hair, as a single tear slowly trailed down his cheek. Rocco was stunned at the raw emotion Giacomo was displaying. He had seen his friend enraged, drunk, slightly depressed, amused, annoyed and sarcastic as well as cynical.
But never had he seen him look so broken or seen him cry before, even if it were only a single tear. He looked ill and as if he was in agony.
Rocco realised his friend was wrong, he was not like other men, other men who called out another woman's name. Other wise he would not be looking so guilty or even crying. He would have brushed it off and made all kinds of excuses and degrading remarks.
Rocco placed a hand on Giacomo's shoulder and told him "your wrong you know, your nothing like those other men." He went on at Giacomo's looked of incredulously disbelief.
"They would have never felt even the barest hint of remorse. They would have side stepped it, made their excuses and swept it under the carpet and declared discussion closed."
The next morning after Giacomo had left Rocco's room, and had gone to library and slept there after crying him self to sleep, he was woken. He was woken by Astra she glared at his back, as he slept. She shook him none to gently and harshly told him to wake up.
Giacomo slowly turned over on the couch he had been sleeping on so he was resting on his back. He looked up to see Astra, she looked tiered and drained.
She was pale and had black circles under her eyes that not even powder could conceal or hide. He closed his eyes, not being able to bear the sight of what his actions had gone and done.
Astra was about to give him a sarcastic and biting lashing, when he turned over and looked up at her. She was stunned at the sight that met her.
She felt her breath catch in her throat, stifling a gasp of both surprise and horror. She had figured he would have gone some where to sleep. And then when he saw her he would act like he had done no wrong and that nothing had happened.
But instead, there he lay. With red swollen eyes and red tear stained cheeks. She could see the tear trails. His eyes had lost there usually amused and sparkling brightness.
In there place was pure guilt and agony, and remorse like she never knew could possibly appear in another human beings eyes. His eyes were a dual shade of blue. He looked tiered and withdrawn.
He had no need to say anything, his eyes told her everything, but he spoke anyway. His voice cracked with sleep and emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or do what I did. I swear it was not deliberate. I'm disgusted with my self."
He added "I have gone and proved that I am no better then those useless bastards, men who cheat on their wives, and call out another woman's name."
He finished laughing bitterly "I never cheated on you, but still I managed to call out another woman's name whist in bed, that is even worse then if I had been cheating."
Astra was stunned beyond belief, she had no idea how to reply or act. She did know one thing through. He was not like those other men he now claimed him self to be.
With any other man, she would have encountered exactly what she had been expecting to happen, and not what she had eventually discovered instead.
Giacomo slowly got his feet and winced when he felt his neck and back protesting the movement. He sighed and ran his hand through his messy hair.
He slowly stood and grimaced when his knee caps clicked. This was ridiculous. He had obviously slept awkwardly. He stretched and groaned when he got rid of all the kinks in his back and neck. He then turned to Astra and sighed and told her.
"I'm going to go wash and change, and then I'll be out of your way for the rest of the day." And with one last sad and guilty look in her direction he turned and on his heel and walked out of the library and headed for his chambers.
He left a stunned Astra behind, he truly was a remarkable man she realised, even as much as it still hurt, she knew he had not gone and done it deliberately and to hurt her.
She sighed as she sat on the couch her husband had just left, and opened her book to where she had left off a few days before. She bit her lower lip. She realised that she and Giacomo had to sort out the damage that had been caused the night before. If they didn't, then she knew their marriage would be a nightmare.
And she was not willing to put up with or tolerate awkwardness between her self and Giacomo. She knew she should be angry at him, and she was still. But she also realised she was disappointed and extremely disheartened, but she did not hate Giacomo.
But on the other hand, she could not help but envy Henriette. It was her name that was screamed, whilst he was with her self. And this really irritated Astra.
She just hopped there was away around the whole situation without her ending up hating and resenting both her husband and Henriette.