Unobtainable
She was breath taking. No matter how many times he saw her, he always thought she was. Whether she was a traitor to the Empire, a fellow rebel, or a noble woman who was anything but; she would forever be engrained in his mind. A beautiful, pale pillar of…unobtainable beauty. He slowly came to the realization that no matter how he pined for her, he would never have her. For there she was, dancing and laughing in the arms of another. It was with these thoughts that he lounged on his throne, a wine glass gracefully poised in the palm of his hand. He sipped from the glass, soaking in the bitterness of the vintage – it matched his mood perfectly, he thought.
"Hard to watch, isn't it?"
The King turned in his seat. His blue gaze met a piercing gray one.
"Why, what ever do you mean?"
"You may be able to fool everyone else, but I know a poker face when I see one."
Edgar sighed. His face looked more worn then it had in ages.
"It's difficult, yes."
"It gets easier."
"And how would you know?" he raised a golden eyebrow.
His companion, too stared at the beauty. She had changed hands, now dancing with another stranger. His eyes misted over, with the same, irrefutable feeling the King undeniably had – desire. He looked at the gambler's profile with a bit more understanding than he had before. With another sigh, he lifted his glass.
"Shall we toast? To the unrequited."
The gambler smiled and lifted his glass.
"To the unrequited. But say, old friend. Instead of moping, why don't we find some lovely ladies to charm into our beds tonight? To…numb the pain of rejection, you see."
Edgar's barked laughter resonated through the ballroom. He slapped Setzer on the back, sloshing some wine out of his glass and onto his jacket. Setzer merely smiled broader than he had before.
"Rather good idea, I do agree! Let us be off!"
"Ah, the chase begins!"The two men jovially sprinted into the throngs of the ballroom, any melancholy swiftly forgotten.