Under the Oak Tree Book 2 "Conquering hearts" ( Fan fiction)

Chapter 9- Riftans POV

I threw the chair across the room after she had left. I watched as she grasped her chest, and tears started flowing down her cheeks uncontrollably. I stood frozen for a few moments, and it was as if I could hear her heart shattering piece by piece. With each crack I could feel mine shattering too. Maxi backed up slowly has if I had hit her. With each step you could see how hurt she was, which reflected in her eyes.

What have I done! I resisted the urge to reach out to her and envelope her in my arms. I wanted to wipe her tears away, but I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to let her leave. My tortured heart just couldn't bare it. She was now at the door, and she gave me one last parting look. It was full of hurt, grief, and loneliness. All of which I understood and felt myself.

I turned my head unable to look her in the eyes. She squeezed herself out of the door, and quietly shut it. Once I heard the thud of the door everything stilled. I listened for her footsteps to echo down the corridor, but everything went quiet. After a few moments the door creaked has she adjusted her position against the door. I could tell she was struggling to move. She was resting against the door, and I could faintly make out light sobbing on the other side. What the hell was I thinking! In trying to keep her from leaving, I hurt her even further. I ran my hand down my face and felt my own tears falling freely. I picked up the chair and threw it across the wall in a fit of rage.

This must have scared her, because I could hear the door creak again, has she moved her weight off of it. I could now hear light footsteps slowly making their way to our room. I slid down the wall and continued listening to her small footsteps until I was sure she was back in our room and safe. I grabbed the bottle of ale and chugged it. I really didn't want her to leave, I finally got her back after everything we have been through only to lose her again. I sat there looking at the fire crackling in the corner fireplace. Why can't she just listen to me, is that too much to ask. I took another swig.

She was the sole reason I worked so hard to make Anatol the fortress it is today. The sole reason I slayed monster after monster and my reason for living. Unbeknownst to her, she was the one who held me together after my mother passed. I would sneak onto the grounds and watch her for hours. She would spend her time curled up on the Terrance with a book or run through the wildflowers with the hunting dogs. Either way she would always smile, and on the rare occurrence she would notice me, she would always wave enthusiastically.

As we grew older her smiles seemed fewer and fewer, but I always loved watching her affinity for animals. It was like they gravitated towards her, just like me. I took another swig. I just wanted to keep her safe and to myself. What was so wrong with that? All she had to do was trust me! I finished the bottle and staggered to my feet. I sat back on the sofa in front of the fire. I don't understand why it is so hard for her to trust me! I am her husband, her family now! If she trusted me, she would be here in my arms right now and this fight would be a distant memory.

I looked towards the floor where the chair had splintered to pieces and ran my hands through my hair, the word family echoing in my head. Knowing who her father is I really can't blame her on the trusting part, she grew up in Cryoso castle/ estate after all. That place had enough backstabbing in it to make you want to run for cover. I could feel my skin crawling at just the thought of what her life might have been like there. I shuddered, I needed to be near her.

Staggering to my feet I made my way through the corridor and up the stairs. I leaned my head gently against our bedroom door not wanting to barge in and scare her. Straining to hear if she was still up, I gently opened the door and using ever bit of stealth I could manage, I made my way over to her sleeping figure. Her eyes were puffy has they usually were after she cried. Her face was pale and instead of her normal peaceful sleeping demeanor, her expression was contorted in pain.