Well, thanks to the people that reviewed so far. Glad to see that I have old fans coming back. :D
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Married.
What a word.
Married means that you're bound to a person for eternity. Married means you love them. Married means you'll die for them.
That's what Tori was now, and had been for an hour or so. There was no going back, but she didn't care. everything was perfectly alright.
Said woman was snoozing peacefully in the back of a carriage, her head leaned against the window and a certain shade's arm wrapped around her shoulders. A gorgeous wedding ring glittered on her finger, a simpler one on her husband's, proof of their eternal bond.
A bump in the road caused Tori to jump awake, looking about frantically. A glimpse of an orange sunset and Erik's gentle shhing was all it took to calm her back down.
As the carriage came to a stop, she was surprised and stood out to step in front of the main walkway. They were not in front of the Opera Populaire, but a white house, built in a secluded area of town, in the country. Some houses were nearby, but it was quiet save for the twittering of birds. She took in the peaceful setting quietly, a smile spreading on her lips.
Erik stepped out of the carriage and grinned at her as he turned to get their possesions. "You like it? You used to live in the country, so I thought you might like to take a break from city life."
She took her bag from him and gave him a gentle kiss on his visible cheek. "It's beautiful. But," she added, frowning, "How far are we from the Opera?"
He shrugged smoothly. "About an hour or so. I hope you are still singing."
"I hope so too."
Now it was his turn to frown. "What do you mean? Are you telling me that you are never to sing again?"
She answered so suddenly that he gave a start. "No! I'll always sing!" Tori relaxed as the two started to walk to the house, the carriage driving away. "It's just that...I don't know if the managers will pick me to be prima donna anymore, let alone give me a part. They always choose Carlotta."
"Tori." His forceful tone had the same effect on her as it always had, and she trailed off into submissive silence. "Your voice is absolutely perfect. If the managers, dare I call them managers at all, knew any better, they would choose you over that toad they call a singer!"
The way Erik spoke to her made the delicate woman feel cornered, and she gazed at the neatly trimmed shrubs lining the walk quietly. Her husband sighed and spoke more gently this time. "My love, are you listening to me?"
Tori turned to him and nodded, pursing her lips a little as Erik went on, "You have no need to fear what they will think of you. The main role will always be yours, if you wish it."
They reached the front door, and Erik unlocked it with a flourish. He held the door open for her, and she stepped in, gasping at the sight.
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Cliffie...yay?
-runs from mob of angry reviewers-
