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The Broken Heart.
Arielle was walking slowly through the dark hallway. Her fists were clenched at her sides as rebel tears were rolling down her cheeks. Thankful for the darkness because it hid her pathetic appearance, she didn’t want anyone to see her so broken and vulnerable, as she was known for her strong personality and arrogance. She wasn’t like the regulars girls that came to the Lord. She had a reputation to uphold and was the daughter of Sir Bray Fyros, the richest man in this land after the Lord. Her father was an expert at fabricating armaments, like swords and armors, out of metals and copper. Arielle had been a lucky child, always getting what she wanted; she only needed to ask for it and there it would be. She had a brother but he never paid attention to her. They were not very close due to the age gap between them.
Her hurried footsteps were the only thing heard as she crossed the gloomy hallway. She wiped her tears away angrily, thinking, Clyde did not deserve her tears nor did he deserve her love. She knew this but still found no way to extinguish the passionate feeling inside her these feelings belonged to him and him only. She wanted to rip her heart out and throw it to the dogs so she could stop feeling this way towards that bastard. She could still taste him in her mouth; still feel his rough hands all over her body and most of all feel him inside her. She could still hear her moans and his manly growls of pleasure. He had just taken her as his a few minutes ago but bitterness instead of pleasure invaded her thoughts when she remembered his cold words after they made love:
"I’m done, leave me now," Clyde said getting off her.
"Clyde..." she protested. She wanted to stay there on his bed; she rolled over to lay her head on his chest but. Clyde had pushed her away roughly.
"I said you should leave now," he reminded her coldly as he got out of bed to get dressed. Arielle sat up holding the sheets closed to her bare chest.
"Is this all you wanted from me, Clyde?" she asked sadly.
"You are remarkable in bed, Arielle. I cannot deny you that but that is all you are to me," he grasped the wine bottle from the table and took a swig. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched him in silence. He was waiting impatiently for her to leave. She could tell by the annoyed expression on his face. She got up and dressed quickly she wanted to leave as fast as possible because she knew, she couldn’t hold back her tears much longer. She left the room holding her chest; the pain of her broken heart seemed to be digging a hole into her very core.
She stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes. The pain would not ease, each time she went to see him the same thing happened. Each time her heart would ache more and more. She thought she would get used to his coldness, that she would become immune to his harsh words. How foolish of her! She had thought she could be the one for him, the woman who could change him and warm his cold heart. The only one he would want to take to bed every night. She kept her eyes closed, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she remembered the first time she met him…
"Who is he?" Arielle asked her maid. She was standing on her balcony, as the sun was rising to meet a new day, lighting the dark path that ran through her hometown. Her hands were resting on the banister as she started down the path from her third floor balcony.
"It is the Lord of the Accursed Lands, my lady," the maid answered as she stole a brief peaked through the banister and quickly moved back again because she was not very comfortable with heights.
"What's his name?" Arielle asked curious; her eyes never looking away from the figure that was riding a big dark horse towards her house. He was wearing a dark cloak but she could easily see his perfect face; it was like the Gods carved his features. She could not see his body very well since his cloak covered it, but she sensed there were hard muscles beneath it. He looked up at her; his breath-taking violet eyes meeting her green ones.