Genevieve

ChapterNine : Her

He had never believed that this day would come. Chasen stared at the petite woman trying different pairs of boots and looking at them if they were a gift from heaven.

He stared at the girl emotionessly.

How her dark brown hair flew lively accross her face as she bent down to stare at the shoes more carefully. How her blue eyes lit up every time she looked into the mirror to see the boots on her feet.

He had never thought the day would come for him to be shopping for shoes for a woman.

A strange feeling grew inside of him as he stared at her.

He could feel the unrestlessness inside of him go quiet. And that if something scared him more than anything else.

The chaos inside of his head had went silent since he had first met her in the muddy forest fleeing from her life. Back then he hadn't given it any significance.

But it had been like cancer.

Growing and getting stronger and more wicked the more time went by. Making the chaos in his head even stronger.

At first he had no idea what was causing it. But now staring at the girl admiring her boots he knew the reason. Perhaps a part of him had known ever since they had met for the first time.

He had never been a huge fan of fate.

Fate was more cruel and wicked than anything else.

It knew how to twist people together that should never be.

It made him wish for something that could never be.

Chasen gulped and but couldn't turn his head away from her.

Ever since being a child he had known that he wouldn't find her or that was what he had hoped for. He had seen their world and how messed up and cruel it could be and was. He had seen how it crushed what was important and loved by one.

He had seen it crush souls to the point where there was no return.

He had experienced it.

But she hadn't.

When he had first seen her he had known that she was sheltered from all the evil that their world held.

He had known that she was the complete opposite of him.

And when he had seen her at her engagement ball he had known that their paths should never cross again even if the beast inside of him lashed out at the thought.

And then she had ran after him and begged him to take her with him.

He knew that a princess should never be with him. He was anything but a prince. If something he was the huntsman. He wouldn't change for a woman, he couldn't. But the animal part of him wanted her.

And now there was just the two of them.

And he had no idea what to do with her. She would run to the hills if she ever figured out what he was.

„We will take those," he muttered.

The woman turned to look at him with a surprised smile. A part of him wondered how someone who have had everything in life could look so happy because of a simple pair of boots.

Their price was only a fragment of what her other shoes usually cost.

Evie walked next to him and smiled, „Thank you, truly."

He didn't answer her.

It had become a small habit of theirs when they spoke. She spoke and he didn't answer her.