Rowen is the elder more methodical and calculating half sister of Isabella swan.
While Bella was whisked away to live with her mom Reneé. Rowen stayed with her father in forks. She wasn't one to be easily held down.
That is until she meets her mate...
-It is a painful thing to look at your own trouble and know that you yourself and no one else has made it.-
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December, 19th, 2006.
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Volterra, Italy.
Caius pov.
Stroke after stroke the paint blended onto the canvas into a grimly morbid masterpiece. I had retreated to my studio after the argument with my wife, who according to the guards remained locked away in her room refusing any and all communication.
I didn't want to see her, or speak to her. She had lied to her kings, she committed crimes against the crown, to which she is exempt from only on account that said crimes are punishable by execution, and being my mate id burn in the fiery pits of hell before I'd allow her to be killed.
She was mine, mine for eternity, no one not even Rowen herself could hope to take her from me, only I was warranted to be the one to watch as her life slipped from her eyes, as her already dead body dies once again, our lives are bonded forever now, we're destined to burn together.
I dropped my brush onto the easel in frustration, paint dripped from its bristles, the image in my mind didn't seem to translate on canvas like I wanted it to, each time I think I've rid her ethereal temptations from my mind, she appears once again, mocking me...
The anger of her betrayal bubbled in my soul, I couldn't tell if I wanted to take her sensually until she cried out my name or to hurt her in the same way she hurt me, she made me a fool... I despise being made a fool.
"Your grace!!!!"
Aeryn ran into my study, her round mature face falling into desperation as she held onto tatted red material of the queens gown. a deep groan erupted from my chest I was explicitly clear that I wasnt to be disturbed, the entirety of my mindset was focused on my wife as much as I attempted to clear her insatiable presence from my thoughts, they were diseased in anger and contempt, I simply held no interest in sociable interactions yet it seemed I had no choice in the current matter.
I stood from my stool observing the chiffon fabric, red always did look exquisite on her, the way it complemented her pale skin and raven hair.
Almost instantly I was drawn back to the very night she wore that dress not all that long ago, my blonde brows furrowed as I filtered my mind intent on deciphering the puzzle that presented itself in front of me, I could see that she had removed it carelessly, tears ran up and down the back of the gown where the lace threaded through the corset, I paused for a moment...
Rowen wouldn't have ruined one of her gowns, she was particularly keen on utilising the garments she wore her clothes multiple times before she would either get bored of the style and gift it to one of the locals or she would reuse the fabric for other items to give to the less fortunate, she would never damage a perfectly fine dress after only wearing it the once.
