Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love ~ Chapter Two

Chapter 2

My eyes widened with absolute horror, and my pale pink lips made an "o" shape. I was frozen, and then the man had the nerve to... Chuckle?! He had the damn nerve to chuckle? He grinned at me, and then carried on.

 I stood frozen, not believing that a man had seen me nearly naked, and just laughed and walked away. How dare him! The only man that has seen me naked was... Johnathan. A soft sigh escaped my mouth, and I hastily shut the door. I collapsed on my bed, wishing for everything to go back to the way it used to be; for the hundredth time. Loosened my corset, slightly, just for a bit of breathing room. And I dozed off....

 I galloped through the dried-up grass, laughing gaily, awaiting the strong arms to elope me as he quickly caught up. I shrieked as I saw that wonderfully-horrible blue eyed boy began to catch up with me, on his terribly long legs. The sun was slowly setting, leaving a warm presence on my back. I saw the shimmering mix of murky green, with the reflection of the setting sun, and the faded pink-orange sky, in the distance. I pushed my legs to go faster, digging up loose clumps of dirt.

I passed by run-down white-washed stone cottages, with that toasty homey look. I glanced at Johnathan's home, with his smiling mother shaking her head at us, laughing. I stumbled over my own clumsy feet, and fell to the ground. I began to scramble up, but those warm, strong arms, I'll always belong in picked me up, and threw me on his shoulder like a lump of potatoes! My legs kicked, and my arms hit his back, teasingly, but quickly grew weary. I knew he would catch up. Especially, since I called him thick-headed. For some reason that always riles him up, but it's so fun to tease him; it's absolutely addicting. He was going to through me in that cold lake! But, he probably knew as well, that I'd pull him in with me. But, even if I didn't he'd jump in, just to splash me. I gave up on trying to escape, and awaited the lake water pouring into my mouth again. I waited and waited, but the water never came. Instead I felt him stop, and he was a bit tense, but that always happened when he was nervous. He set me down, looking me right in the eyes. And he kissed me.

. He quickly kissed me and then picked me up with ease and tossed me into the lake. I gasped and the warm water on the top of the lake filled my lungs as the cold water nipped at my dirty toes. I pushed up to the surface and began coughing as the water came up. My head cleared and only one thought echoed in my mine. That was our first kiss.

 I awoke with a gasp when my door slammed shut, and an angry maid tapped her foot, and motioned for me to come over. I was even later! I nodded, scared of her angry expression. See, my personal maid was sort of a nanny to make sure I followed proper etiquette; was on time; looked alright; so on.

She thrust my handsome dress over my head, after tightening my corset. She laced up the back with quick, practiced fingers. She pulled down my hair from the elegant braid to give me a more dressed-up look. She made small braids in my long waves of dark red hair. She pulled it back tightly, making me wince in pain. She pulled it all up into some sort of elegant updo, then turned me around and shook her head. She pulled it all down, letting my long waves cascade down my back. She put pearl ornaments into my hair and motioned for me to go.

I ran down the hallways; my hair flowing behind me. I stopped outside the door to the banquet hall, and took a deep breath to calm myself. The door opened, and a bored looking man looked at me. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. He smirked at me, and got closer and whispered in my ear,

"You look much better without the dress on." My eyes widened in shock and realization. He was the man that saw me in my corset! He was quite handsome, though no one could compare to Johnathan. He had nearly black hair with unusual violet colored eyes. He had a bit of a four o'clock shadow, but otherwise no facial hair. He had a handsome face, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

My father walked up behind him, with a smile on his face. He clapped happily.

"You look splendid, Rose. And this is Lord William Wesley, your betrothed." He motioned towards the man with the violet eyes. William. My betrothed. Someone catch me, I'm about to faint.

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 Eww, it's so short. Sorry. I needed to update, but I really wanted to leave this as the ending. Thanks for reading! Comment, vote and fan!