A/n: Poor ol' Dorrien eh? He doesn't know about the little Akkarin spawn! Hehehe! .
Dorrien – Admiring from a distance.
By Puff the magic dragon567
K
Summary: All's fair in love and war, and Akkarin proves a more than worthy opponent.
From the moment Dorrien laid eyes on her he'd known she was something special.
Love always acted in strange ways, it appeared from friendship, hate and jealousy. It forced itself on complete strangers, blossomed amongst the newly acquainted, and slowly ate a way at you when you parted.
Four days travel, treacherous conditions and heaps of work had always kept him from visiting the guild, but only after he'd met Sonea did he feel sorrow, even regret, for this.
He'd always known someone would sweep her off her feet before she had a chance to graduate and join him in the menial countryside tasks, healing Gorin and the occasional fever or working injury.
He'd lived in hope – perhaps unfairly – that she wouldn't meet anyone, or that he would be able to woo her back to his arms.
Now he knew that wasn't possible.
As soon as he'd seen them…
She lay so peaceful in his arms; glee was evident in all her features despite what she'd been through. She looked happy.
There was no way he could beat him to her love. Disgraced or not, Akkarin would always hold her heart; and that was something he admired.
Now, even in death; the man was a formidable opponent. It was impossible to pry her away from the him.
The least he could do now was look over and protect her.
He had to feel sorry for her. She had nothing to live for. Every day she would turn up to the hospital and sift through patients carefully and kindly, but he could see there was something missing.
Occasionally he observed a red glint on her finger as she tirelessly sealed up the wounds of a careless or mischievous child. She looked at the ring hopefully as if she expected some sort of ghostly calling from beyond the grave.
The dwells just looked at her curiously; they would never understand what he noticed.
Her wounds could not be healed as quickly as theirs.
