Kyra sighed as she waited outside the gate. Boromir was really late tonight and Kyra couldn't help but wonder where he was. He told her he would meet her at the usual time. She shivered as the wind began to blow. Winter was coming. Kyra looked up to the Citadel wondering if Boromir was still inside. She hoped he wasn't going to abandon her.
That thought alone made Kyra gasp. Last night she and Boromir expressed their love. She hoped Boromir wasn't like most men. She hoped he wouldn't give her one night with him then abandon her.
"Oh, Boromir", Kyra sighed. "Please don't hurt me."
She stood outside the gate looking up at the Citadel waiting for him.
Boromir frowned as he sat in his chambers. He didn't want to risk getting in trouble with Denethor. Tonight he was staying home. He looked out the window occasionally to see Kyra waiting outside for him. Boromir felt sad and wanted to tell her he couldn't make it tonight. He watched as she shivered from the wind.
"Boromir…"
Denethor opened the door and stepped inside. Boromir sighed and closed the shutters to his window.
"You're up late, my son", Denethor said.
"My mind is racing", Boromir said. "I have some things on my mind and it's making me restless."
"What could you possibly be thinking? My son, you are still a young man. You shouldn't be burdened with troubles, unlike myself."
He sighed as he laid down in his bed. Denethor sat at the edge of the bed looking at his eldest son wondering what was bothering him, keeping him awake. Boromir sighed and looked down.
"I was…just thinking about Mother", he said.
"Your mother?" Denethor asked. "Why would you be thinking of her?"
"I miss her. Do you ever think of her?"
"Sometimes", he sighed. "Only when I long for her to be by my side."
"Father, how did you know it was Mother you loved and wanted?" Boromir asked. "Out of all the women in the city, how did you know it was Mother you wanted?"
Denethor chuckled and ruffled his son's hair.
"Your mother and I did not know each other very well. I was the son of the previous steward, she was from the North. In fact, she was one of the Dunedain."
"The Dunedain?" Boromir said sitting up surprised. "I thought they had all died out?"
"Your mother it seems was one of the last. She came to Minas Tirith when she and I were both young. I frowned upon her at first with her being an outsider to the city. It must have been years since I would actually talk to her. Once she and I had grown, we fell in love. I told my father it was her I wanted."
"So our grandfather arranged the marriage with you and mother", Boromir said looking down. "Father, what if I want to choose my own bride?"
"You are a young man, my son", Denethor said once again. "You shouldn't be thinking of such things. When the time comes, I will help you choose a bride worthy of you."
"Father, I want to choose for myself. Whoever it may be will have to live with me forever. I want it to be someone I can love and who will love me in return."
"Boromir, with time comes love. I will help you choose a bride when the time comes. You two will learn to love each other. Now, enough of this talk. You must get some rest."
Denethor blew out the candle beside the bed as he got up to leave. Boromir sighed as he laid down. He didn't want his father to choose a bride for him. He wanted Kyra.