Author's Notes: It isn't completely finished... Milliah Korsokov and Colette Monique is the only character that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubakata
Chapter Five: Spinning
Milliah woke up that morning naked. She looked around
She was in the bedroom she once shared with Tom.
"Oh God…"
This couldn't be happening. It wasn't supposed to happen, at least not this quickly.
All she wanted was for Tom to come back, and now Milliah had slept with Durand.
NO! This wasn't supposed to happen! I'm not supposed to fall for him! Not like this, anyway! Why can't I do anything right? This is a mission, not a dating service!
She put on her favorite gown; the one her mother made for her. It was a vividly blue, short sleeved dress with traditional Russian elbow frills. She opened the door and smelled a sweet aroma of lunch foods.
She wanted to scream at Durand for letting this happen, but in all reality, she was pissed at herself, not him.
"Good day," He said. "You slept quite late. I made you some lunch."
"Durand, I'm sorry…I really think that we need to take this slow, as of now…"
"But you were the one that said-"
"I KNOW WHAT I SAID, DAMN IT!"
He was staring at her, wide-eyed. Milliah had never been like this before. She didn't know what to do.
"I'm sorry, Durand…Please forgive me…"
He changed the subject. "So…D'eon came back this morning. It turns out that your advice worked. They had a lovely date yesterday…"
"That's good…What are we going to do about Voronsoff? We really need to find him."
"The three of them are requesting an audience with Queen Marie right now. If we are going to capture him, we need her advice, first."
"You're right. But we need to find something to do in the meantime…"
"What do you mean?"
She sighed. "I just think that we should be doing something more than just sitting here. There's so much to be done."
Milliah got up. "Come on," she said. "Let's go for a walk."
They grabbed their swords. Durand was looking at hers; it was intricately sculpted, from the tip of the blade to the handle. The blade was engraved with the words, 'Fidèle à la Parole' (True to the Word).
"Tom had it made for me. It was a wedding gift."
With that, Durand was uncomfortable. How was he supposed to react to her missing husband's wedding gift?
Milliah gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear. "It's just that I'm in a bad situation. I once loved my husband who went missing out of the blue, and I'm on the verge of falling in love with a man I barely know. Please forgive me, for there's nothing about you that's troubling me. It's my fault."
"No, Milliah. I shouldn't be putting you in this position. I know that you do not want to hurt me, and you think that I would be so deeply pained if you still loved your husband, but I wouldn't. You are a woman and you always want to feel like you have things under control, so I will not trouble you with this burden."
Her face turned red. "Is that all I am to you? Am I just some woman? I will SHOW you what I am capable of!"
She dragged Durand out to an old, deserted alley. "I challenge you to a duel."
Oh God, he thought. Should I even say anything? My words keep getting me in trouble, so what is the point?
They drew their swords. I will not hold back, he thought.
Milliah's body was a blur when she came at him. She softly spun around him, faster than he could see.
Within seconds he was on his knees. His head was spinning, recalling all of the images of her, ever since he saw her for the first time.
He'd never thought she was capable of this. She was a woman, after all.
The only woman he'd ever been beat by in a duel was Lia, but she'd only beat him once.
"Milliah…" he said. Her sword was against his throat. He'd dropped his when she first lunged toward him, out of shock and disbelief of her speed.
She was elite when it came to the sword, and he'd underestimated her. Her sword was against his throat.
"Now do you see?" she said as she lowered her sword. "I am a woman, but I am capable of so much more than you could ever think of."
Men, so arrogant. But Durand isn't arrogant, he's just over-protective. She was in no mood for kissing him, and even though he continuously pissed her off with no extent, she could not deny the fact that she was falling in love with him.
They walked back to her apartment in silence.
Milliah walked into the room that she and Durand shared on the first night. There was a small desk on the right side.
"What are you doing?" he asked as she sat down. He was relaxing on his bed.
"I'm writing a letter to my son."
There were no more words spoken after that.