Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jun 10, 2009 19:54:57 GMT -5
Douleur gave back the purse, I didn't care, it was her who would suffer and not I.
"Azabel!" I called out as I came through the front door. "Azabel?!" I made my way to the stairs and looked up them.
"Her highness is not here my lord." The head maid said, seeming to appear out of no where. "She left a little over and hour ago." I sighed and nodded.
"Thank you." I said softly. Had I expected her to be home when I arrived back? She had no need to do so, perhaps she was out doing last minute things for the wedding.
"Is there anything you require my lord?" She asked curiously with a soft smile.
"Would you send a light supper to our room please, and run a bath." I asked with a smile. "I'll be there reading if when she returns." She nodded and walked off, and I turned my attention to the stairs. As I climbed I thought about what had happened the night and when I reach the rooms I disrobed and prepared for my bath.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jun 12, 2009 12:15:59 GMT -5
The ride was quiet for me, my time half spent looking at the empty seat across from me and the other half peeking out the window. I'd opened it, letting a breeze of air in that helped clear both my mind as well as my eyes, and by the time the carriage rolled up before the townhome I was feeling better. Calmer, more gathered.
I stood a moment after I exited, looking at the townhouse. The driver of the carriage hesitated before leaving, unsure what I was going to do, and the older gentleman at the door watched me too, partially curious, partially confused. I sighed and drew myself up, intent on the bath that awaited me, and just going to sleep after. I felt.. weary. Tired, both in mind and in body.
It wasn't til I entered through the door that I was informed that Delaunay waited for me, in our rooms the last anyone knew.
Delaunay was home? My eyes widened in surprise, and I thanked the man before making my way upstairs, my pace clipped; gods, I didn't know whether I wanted to run to him or go slower. It hurt still, no matter how clear my face was, how waterless my eyes. It hurt. Opening the door, I entered quietly and slowly, waiting til the door was shut before I cast my gaze around.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jun 12, 2009 12:44:33 GMT -5
I had been out of the bath for little less then an a half hour when I heard the sound of the door. It must have been Aza because no one would enter the room without knock first. I rose from my desk, wearing nothing but my black breeches, and walked to the door. I opened it and exited the bedroom into the ante chamber and there she was.
"Azabel?" I asked curiously. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know there was something wrong, there was just something in her manner that told me.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 15:55:46 GMT -5
I heard his voice as soon as I stepped through the door, and my eyes lifted automatically to take him in. It never took much for Delaunay to steal my breath away; his body was cut finely, firm and lean, well muscled in all the right places... But that was as it should be, given that his line was traced to Elua himself. My fingers clutched in my skirts as I looked at him, and I forced them relax, trying to battle the nerves that built in me. "You're home." I said it softly, my eyes widened slightly, looking at him with a quiet surprise. Why was he home? And so early, at that? It'd only been.. what, a few hours?
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 16:00:07 GMT -5
I smiled softly and came toward her, my arms circling around her. "I am indeed." I murmured as I kissed her forehead. "I couldn't stay away from you."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 16:44:08 GMT -5
Surprise mingled with the torrent of emotions that coursed through me, and I stiffened slightly in his grasp, my eyes careening up to meet his. I was on the tall side for a woman, but Delaunay was, too, for a man; we were well matched that way. "I didn't think to see you until the morning," I replied almost woodenly, diverting my gaze away from his again. Against everything in me, I paid attention to it; the smell that came from him. Inwardly I cringed, waiting to catch the faint whiff of sex, of leather and oil, of her, but I didn't. I smelled soap instead; he must have bathed when he returned home. How long had he been here?
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 16:47:41 GMT -5
She tightened, not responding in the least, but going cold and I pulled back slowly, my smile faultering. "I decided to come home." I said softly as I looked to her with a serious gaze. She was mad at me for something... Well, cut to the chase. "Whats wrong Aza?" I asked.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 16:51:13 GMT -5
Oh, by the gods. I hadn't expected to have this conversation so soon; he wasn't supposed to return yet. I'd planned on bathing when I got home, of going to bed and thinking of what I was to say... and instead I couldn't. He stood here before me now, his arms fallen from around me, looking at me. "I heard a pretty rumor tonight," I said simply, trying to keep tight control on my voice. Please, Elua.. let me not cry. Not now. Not yet... but I could feel it building, bubbling within my heart, my soul.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 16:52:39 GMT -5
I knitted my brows as I looked at her, a rumour, about what? What could it be? Was it about Medusa? "Oh?" I replied. "And what did you hear?"
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 16:57:16 GMT -5
And this was it. I forced myself to look at him, my gaze meeting his without flinching, wanting to see his reaction to gauge for myself whether it was true.
"That you'd proposed marriage to an adept of Valerian, one of whom you supposedly loved."
I said it simply, quietly, though my eyes threatened to betray me with the sting of tears. Please let it be a rumor, I prayed silently, never taking my eyes from his.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 16:59:45 GMT -5
"Oh." I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "Yes, its true Azabel, I did. But you have to understand, that was a long time ago, over a year ago, and I was a different person then." I explained, coming forward I put my hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry my love, you shouldn't have heard it from some blabbering idiot." I shook my head. "No wonder your angry at me, and rightly you should be. But the truth is love, I didn't tell you because its was so unimportant to me that I'd almost forgotten it happened."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 17:02:49 GMT -5
It was true. My face gave way first, crumpling before I was able to take hold again, hastily smoothening my features as I fought to keep control over myself. "Just a year ago, and you've already almost forgotten?" The weight of his hand held me from walking away from him, but as I looked up at him, I knew I couldn't hide the pain of it. The next question was just as hard for me to ask as the initial statement of rumor, and I inwardly cringed once more before I could gather the courage to say it.
"Was she the one you visited tonight?"
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 18:18:42 GMT -5
I sighed inwardly, I had been an ass not to say anything to her, to not mention it. "Yes, she was." I said softly but took her hands in mine and pulled to gently toward the bed, I sat and pulled her down to sit next to me. "But its not like that Azabel, she was my friend. Yes I loved her, enough to ask her to marry me. I asked her to marry me because I was in a bad place, I wasn't right in the head. But it was stupid and she means nothing to me, in fact I'm never going to see her again." I reached up and cupped her face. "She got angry at me tonight, I was thinking of you after we... because I had lost interest in what she could give me." I sighed, feeling horrible on the inside. "I love you Azabel, with all my heart, and I feel like a true ass for not telling you, for making you hurt like this. But I promise, I'm never going to see her again, and I'm never going back to Valerian House again." My tone was soft, but there was an underlying pleading quality to it. "I'll do anything to keep you at my side Azabel, I'll tell you anything you want, nothing will be a secret between us and if you need to know about me and her I will tell you. But on the life of my children, she means nothing to me, not even as a friend anymore, and you are the only woman I want in my life."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 21:32:56 GMT -5
I followed stiffly, all sense of my former grace gone in favor of shock and hurt. The tears I'd cried to Balta at the wine shoppe, the same ones I'd fought so hard to clear on my ride back to the townhome, came back no matter how I tried to bar them away. I stared at him, alternating between looking at his eyes and his hands, feeling a roil of emotions burn my stomach to pure, unadulterated acid.
'I was thinking of you after we...' I turned my head away at that, trying to block out whatever would come next, but as he attempted to recover his folly, I still couldn't bring myself to look back at him again. My cheeks were wet again, and I tugged my hands back from his grasp, locking them together in my own. "You almost forgot you asked her to marry you, and yet you remembered enough to seek her out?"
The words came from my mouth fiercer than even I had thought they would be, riddled with hurt, with anger borne of the pain of it. He apologized, but what was done was done, and it was that that I was forced to deal with. I stood again from the bed, for once not caring to arrange my skirts, and strode a pace away before turning again to look at him, my face a mixture of sadness and anger. "Why, Del? Why her? Why did you have to choose the one woman that you had a history with? That you'd loved, that you didn't tell me about?" The tears continued to fall, and I brushed my hands at my cheeks, trying vainly to rid myself of them so I could focus on him better. "Why couldn't you have just chosen someone else, some faceless adept?"
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 21:45:45 GMT -5
I burried my head in my hands as I leaned over, my elbows on my knees and I tried to think. Damn it, damn it, damit. After a moment I looked up at her. "Because she was nothing to me Azabel, because she was my friend and I wanted to help her. I wasn't exactly a good patron to her before, I don't know... perhaps I felt guilty. But she meant nothing to me Azabel." I sighed. "And I didn't seek her out, I happened to run into her when I was out once and we ended up patching things up." I rose and went to her. "Don't you understand Azabel, she was as good as some faceless adept because I don't care for her." I begged, dropping to my knees and clasping my hands in front of me. "Please Aza, there was nothing between her and I. So much so that tonight, before this happened, I was already set to come back and tell you that I wasn't going back to Valerian. Not because you caught me in some lie, but because you're the only woman that gives me what I want."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 3, 2009 22:21:07 GMT -5
So much, so much at once. The room spun about me and I squeezed my eyes shut to block it out, to keep whatever steadiness I could muster. A thud sounded, and I opened my eyes again to see him kneeling before me, pain on his face likely reflecting that which weighed so heavily at my own. I stared at him through the wavy, inconsistent line of my own tears, their salty depths distorting his face and body.
"The Marquise d'Almoth was kind enough to share the information with me," I said softly, my voice ringed with the bitter dredges of hurt. "I'd escaped the empty house after you left to shop for our wedding, and instead I was bequeathed that pearl of information." I didn't elaborate; I was sure Delaunay knew just what sort of condescending tone it was given in. The woman had never been very good and guising her likes and dislikes, and the Somervilles were not always friendly with her family.
A moment passed and I was silent, not speaking to him, not doing aught but trying to stifle the tears that spilled continuously down my cheeks, dripping to leave marks of salty passage upon my dress when my hand wasn't quick enough to wipe them away. When at last I spoke again, I was more reserved, more guarded, trying to ebb the flow of emotion in me. Trying, and failing.
"I know you're sorry Del.. but it hurts. You have two children with Medousa, a woman in Kriti, and they I've sworn to take as if they were my own. I've never forsaken you for it, nor your Shahrizai nature for taking you out of my arms and to Valerian." I winced, my hands coming to my face yet again, wiping the tears. My voice was growing thicker, my breathing less even. "Gods, I don't think you even know how hard it is for me to watch you leave there.. but even more than that, you don't know how hard it is to know there's a part of you I cannot satisfy. That I never will be able to, though you could have me."
I scrubbed at my eyes again before closing them, my cheeks heated with the emotions. I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know anything in that moment, but only felt lost. Lost, with one window for escape, but I didn't know the path to it. I felt.. betrayed. Should I? Gods, right now I didn't know.
I didn't know.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 3, 2009 22:28:53 GMT -5
My face fell at her words and I made a quick note to do something horribly henious to the Marquise d'Almoth. But right now I was shocked, I dropped down so that I sat on my heals as I looked up at her.
"Azabel, you knew who I was when you agreed. And you knew I came with a certain history." I said softly. "You had to have known there would be things that you would have to accept about me that you didn't love about me." I swallowed. "I've been a prig about this, and I know you hurt, because the thought of loosing you makes me ache inside." I could feel the tears begin to well up inside. "But I love you Azabel, I fell in love with you ten years ago and that feeling has not dimmed. Aza, you have to know you satisfy me... Gods why do you think I'd be thinking about you with another woman if you didn't fill every need I have." I sighed, begging in my tone, pleading. "I made a mistake, a horrible mistake, but I will do anything I can to make it up to you, anything. Just... don't leave me." I reached out and took her hand.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 5, 2009 14:43:41 GMT -5
His words filled my head, his crumpled position my eyes. He was hanging on the edge, begging forgiveness and redemption, and I, apparently, held the key to his happiness.... As he had held my own. My eyes closed briefly before reopening again, looking at him, the man I'd snuck away with one night to marry under the cover of darkness. His hand held my own, and I felt my bruised heart stutter.
"We're to be married publicly," I said softly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "I won't do anything to disrupt that, or to gainsay it... especially since we are already wed, my husband." And that I said softer, my breathing uneven within my lungs. "I know you love me Del... I've never doubted it." Never; it was honest, and true. "But that doesn't mean I understand why you would choose to visit a girl you loved, even if once upon a time... And a year isn't that long ago."
My knees betrayed me, trembling, and I took my hands from his so I could find a seat upon a wicker chair. It'd always been one of my favorite, set where the sun would pour in in the morning, a place where I could read. Now, though, I just sat near the edge of it, trying to sort out my head, my emotions, my eyes still mostly upon Delaunay. Part of me wanted to leave for the night, to give myself space and time to think. Part of me didn't want to, and all of me wished this hadn't happened. I wished none of it had occurred, that I could satisfy him as he did me.
"I knew who you were when I agreed to marry you." I confirmed it, using my hands to scrub my face again of the tears that washed my cheeks. "And the history I knew about, I never forsake you for.. it's the secrets like this one that I can't handle. Everyone has a past," I said, my face crumpling again, and I fought off a sudden, fierce wave of emotion as it swept over me. My shoulders trembled, and I tried not to cry, tried to just talk to him, but it was a battle I was quickly losing. "And if it'd just stayed in the past, I'd have been fine... but it didn't..." The dam broke and I turned my face, burying it within my hands. I fought it still, the sobs muffled to soft noises; I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to... gods, just let me stop.
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 6, 2009 11:07:30 GMT -5
She pulled away from me and moved to sit down, and I stayed there for a moment trying to collect my thoughts, trying to think of what I could say or do that would fix this. I was coming up short. I moved, inching toward her on my knees till I was in front of her again. "Azabel," I said softly. "My wife, my heart, I made a mistake, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I will do what you need to lessen the pain. But you have to know, its over, its never going to happen again. What happened, happened, I can not fix that. But please don't punish our future holding onto something that can not be changed." My voice was quiet, a little over a whisper.
"A year ago is a long time ago Aza, it was a life time ago, and you have to believe me that I loved her as a friend. I wanted to marry her because I knew there was something missing in my life, because I was angry and hurt and I was a different person. I never could have had a life with her, not like the one I want from you." I reached out tentatively and touched her hand as she cried. "I knew, ten years ago, that day. I knew I was in love with you, shinning, brillant, unconditioned love. And if things had gone different we wouldn't be having this conversation because it would have been you and only you." My voice continued to stay soft. "I'm so sorry, I was wrong, I didn't even think about how you would take it. And I know you heard these rumours, I know that you were told in the most horrible fashion. But you have to believe me when I say, I didn't go to her because I loved her. I went to her because she was my friend. I didn't think it would be a problem because its you and only you I'm true to." I sighed softly hoping the next thing I said didn't make it worse.
"Don't you understand, the reason that me and her fought this evening was because of you, because I told her that you meant more to me then she did, that if you asked it of me I would stop going to Valerian House period. I told her that you were my heart and soul and that no one would come in the way of that." I sighed and shook my head a little. "I had no problem walking away from her Aza, it didn't hurt, I didn't feel confused, I wasn't unsure if I was doing the right thing...." I looked at her, fixing my gaze on her. "Because she meant nothing to me, that even our friendship wasn't enough to keep me there. How can it be a betrayal if I never wanted to be with her, if I never had feelings for her? I don't want her Aza, I never really wanted her that way, I didn't want children with her, I didn't want to deal with the issues that would arrise at me trying to marry an adept. I asked her to marry me because I was confused and lost and I needed something to cling to. I needed to feel hope in my life that some one may want me."
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 7, 2009 10:19:59 GMT -5
I listened to him, the torrent of words and explanations, the way he spoke, how he held himself... He was breaking inside. I could see it, I could almost hear it through his voice. That alone hurt me as much as what I'd found out had, and I shivered at the sudden intensity of emotions, my head beginning to pound from the stress of it all.
"How can it be a betrayal?"
The question was out of my mouth as soon as he stopped talking, my somber, reddened eyes taking on a cast of incredulousness that he didn't see it. That he didn't understand... Until this point I'd thought he had, that he'd seen things through my eyes. He was afraid of losing me - a thought that I hadn't even contemplated yet. Afraid, and doing what he could to hold onto me, to keep this perfect life we were building. Perfect. My candle was to be lit after we were officially wed, and we were going to begin trying for a baby of our own. An heir, a perfect little prince or princess, blended between us. A physical show of our love and dedication to each other...
"You've Shahrizai in your veins... I accepted it then, I accept it now.. and I never forsook you for it. For it taking you away. I accepted it, and loved all of you unconditionally." My voice broke and I squeezed my eyes shut, shivering again as I tried to scrape my emotions together again, to pull myself back to reality. "Ah gods Del! What if situations were reversed? If someone had asked me to marry them from the night court, or if I'd asked someone there? If an adept of Jasmine, or Orchis or Camellia had struck my fancy last year... And then I met him again after we were together. If I went to see him, continued to lay with him while engaged to you. While married to you."
My voice broke on that and I stifled myself, not speaking again for a long moment. When I did again it was strained, my face reflecting the emotions that burned so fiercely within me. "How many times have you gone to see her since we've been together, Del? Was it just this one time?"
My heart was breaking, but I had to know. It was the trust that was affected so fiercely right now. I'd not seen it coming, and now I felt like a bow strung too tightly; one pluck upon my cord and I was quivering all over, reverberating from it with painful results. Strung too tightly, and threatening to break with every aftershock that rippled through me.
Gods knew I loved Delaunay. I loved the way his mouth quirked when he was amused, the way his eyes flashed when his intuition tugged at him. I loved how he seemed to know what I was thinking just by sharing a look with him.. I loved so many things, and it made this hurt all the more. I'd given myself to him in heart and soul, letting him cradle me within his knowing hands as I believed he had in return to me. And now I sat, awaiting the response to a question I truly hadn't wanted to ask. Hadn't wanted to, but needed to, for my own peace of mind. Was it a solitary incident? And what's more, could I believe him if he said yes?
Trust is a funny thing... So easily given, so easily broken... but repairing it, ah! That was the most difficult of all.
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 7, 2009 15:56:12 GMT -5
I pulled back and stood, looking at her. "Love as thou wilt Azabel." I said softly, my arms at my side. "If you would have choosen it I would accept it, and we agreed that you were free to take lovers till it came to the point of lighting your candle." My voice was calm, though there was an anxious edge to it. I felt slighted by her, not that she would choose to be in the arms of another man, but that she would flought our most Blessed of precepts.
"And I've seen her twice." I looked away and then back at her. "Heres the thing Azabel, I don't know what you want from me. Because yes I know I hurt you, and for that I'll be a thousand times sorry for it, I know that it was wrong of me to keep this secret, to not tell you. But I can't see how you can be so hurt that I enjoyed the paid company of a friend, some one that means nothing to me. Some one that means so little that I gave them up with out thought... for you." I shrugged. "I don't know what else to say other then that. If you wish to hurt me in return, you want to take as many lovers as you wish. Fine, be my guest. Love as thou wilt." My chest ached and I knew I couldn't spend any more time on my knees begging for something she'd never give me.
"Go ahead and hate me Azabel, or leave, we'll tell the Queen you don't see fit to have me as a husband and I'm sure she'll understand. But I won't be punished for following Blessed Elua's precept, I am merely a man and I make mistakes. Accept that I've made a mistake and that I'm going to do my best to make it up to you. Or leave and don't turn back, because I can't bare to be with you if you can't even manage to trust me." I scoffed then and shook my head realizing something. I turned away and ran my hand over my mouth before turning back to look at her.
"You've never trusted me have you, thats why this has you so upset. Because no matter what I say, you're going to believe that she was that important to me. That I would through everything I have with you, away on some Valerian adept." I felt frustration and hurt creep up inside me. "Here I was, trusting you, knowing that I had no fear, that you loved me so much that we trusted eachother enough to allow ourselves lovers... and you were never there with me. You never trusted me." I breathed a harsh laugh and turned away running both my hands over my head as I walked away from her.
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Post by Princess Azabel de Somerville on Jul 16, 2009 10:17:02 GMT -5
He was getting angry; I could see it in the lines of his shoulders, how they subtly stiffened. The planes of his voice, hardening from soft velvet to linen... In the way looked at me, the way his eyes began to cloud over, the vague way his brows had of turning down. I turned my face from him, unable to take that in with everything else, feeling a battle raging in me. Part of me wanted to shrink away from it, from the anger that was filtering into his system, and the other part of me, the piece that was quickly growing, was outraged that he couldn't see it, that he didn't understand.
It wasn't until the accusations of trust left his mouth that I looked at him again, my eyes widened, hurt, angry. Slowly the expression filtered from my face, replaced by one of pure unhappiness, my heart aching from the weight of the conversation. "How dare you question my trust!" I was on my feet; I didn't remember actually standing, but I was there. Tall for a woman, as he was for a man; any advantage I had there was lost, though at least I didn't have to crane my neck overmuch to look up at him. "I never forsook you for visiting Valerian. I've never asked you where you were, who you were with, when you would be going back. I never questioned anything on your merits Del, not until this happened tonight. When I had to find out from the Marquis that you'd tried taking a Valerian to wife, and when you told me tonight that you'd seen her not once- but twice since we were engaged. Since we were married."
I turned away from him then, angry tears in my eyes, my body trembling from the fierceness of emotions as they coursed through me. My fingers scrubbed at my cheeks, the skin beginning to feel raw and tender, before I turned to look at him again. To glare, feeling hurt and betrayed all over again.
"Do you question my own merits now? That I could be so shallow as to follow your every move, to never trust you as you thought I did?" The words were biting, and another tremble lit through my body as I stared at him, uncomprehending the line of thinking he'd adopted.
"Love as thou wilt, Delaunay, as you so quoted to me. I don't forsake you your love for her, whether in friendship or in past feelings! But I cannot understand how you could forget to tell me of it, how, if she mattered so very little to you, that you could remember enough to see her, to go to Valerian to specifically contract her, and yet not think to tell me about it. That," I shot, "should tell you much on the merits of trust. The trust you so wish to throw in my face."
Gods, it hurt, it hurt. I tried vainly to keep the moisture out of my eyes as I stared at him, some feet away, both of us angry and unwielding. He was taking my words and twisting them, seeing things that weren't there.. things that he knew me better for, that if he thought about would see and understand. That he should say such things to me.. Ah gods! Gods it hurt. Did he want me to see Sabrina and talk to her? Is that what he wanted?
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Prince Delaunay de la Courcel
Royal
His Royal Highness the Duc de Montespan, Prince of the Blood; House Courcel and Montespan *Voted Member of Worst Character Dynamic 2010*
Son of Prince Imriel de la Courcel & Laurette de Montespan.
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Post by Prince Delaunay de la Courcel on Jul 20, 2009 21:34:13 GMT -5
I sighed, finding a chair and sat into it in a very uncerimonious fashion. Leaning forward I put my face into my hands and leaned my elbows onto my knees, sighing once more as I did.
For a moment I was silent, trying to figure out where to go from here, what it was that would make things better. I couldn't find any simple solutions, so I finally looked up at her again.
"Azabel, I'm not sure what to say. Because I told you I was sorry, I told you that I knew it was wrong for me to keep this from you. I am very very sorry. But I don't know what else to do. You don't seem willing to accept my appology, nor my plea to give me another chance." I said softly, my voice calm, resignation giving way to my feelings. At which point I rose. "If you cannot forgive me for this, then so be it. But I can not change the past, I can only say that I will never do it again. If you can not accept me any longer then that is the decision that must be made." I sighed, for the third time, my shoulders slumping. "Perhaps I should sleep in another room tonight. If it is your wish, we well anull the marriage and speak to Sabrina. But know that I don't wish this." I walked toward her and leaned in, placing a fleeting kiss against her fore head before pulling back. "But for now, perhaps we should just say good night."
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