The Crimson Chains That Bind Us

Chapter 8: Journey to a village

As daylight caressed my eyelids, I was awakened from a restless slumber. I blinked away the lingering darkness of the night to embrace the soothing touch of dawn. Shadows retreated from castles stony exterior, revealing a rugged beauty softened by the sun's gentle kiss.

I rose silently, padding across the chamber to gaze upon frosted seaside that sparkled like precious jewels under the newly risen Apollo's rays. The mist swirled in languid eddies through the rows of twisted arboreal giants, reflecting the soul of this solitary place where I had now found refuge.

A sigh escaped my lips, the ghosts of doubt dissolving in the morning light. Here, isolation did not breed bitterness but rather a profound sense of serenity, a cloak enveloping weary souls in comforting embrace. I turned, strolling through the quiet halls and noticing Ashton's office was opened and found him slumbering on the couch- his features now smooth of the jagged lines, a man etched by the battles beyond the reach of cannons.

Viewing vulnerability steal upon his rugged countenance, I felt my heart unclench for the first time since I had arrived in this granite maze. Perhaps the revelations of dawn held wider promise than the frost-covered landscapes - and beneath the moonlight's enigmatic veil lay a kindred spirit, not an ominous caricature. I and my husband had shared a tense moment in the quiet solitude of the solar, the pale light filtering through the tapestries, revealing secrets whispered in hushed tones. As Ashton rose politely to greet my entrance, a hint of a curl in his lips, I could see the pain etched in his eyes. I greeted him before returning where dutiful maids awaited in my rooms. My maids were waiting me, Mary had already made the bed and Catherine was laying out my gown for the day.

"Good morning, my lady." Catherine greeted me as Mary walked behind me to close the door. "We hope you slept well," I smiled brightly at them. It seemed as if it been a long time since I truly smiled.

"My lady," Mary bowed to me. Sadness in her eyes caused my smile to fall.

"What's the matter Mary?" Concerned I grabbed her hand. Offering any comfort that I could.

"Mary?" Catherine strolled to us, as Mary began to sob. As she sobbed she kneeled to the floor, unsure I of what to do I took her into my arms. She cried into my shoulder, I rubbed her back something that my mother often did when I cried. Catherine kneeled behind Mary, resting her head on Mary's shoulder.

When she calmed she pulled away, taking a deep breath. "My father had passed," tears started to stream down her cheek. "I received the news early this morning."

"It's alright." I offered her a weak smile. "Take the week off, spend it with your family." I smoothed her hair off her face and stood to my feet. "Worry not," I held a hand out to help her up. "I'll still pay you for the week."

"T-thank you, my lady." I squeezed her hand as a weak smile touched her lips.

"Go," I nodded to the girls door. "Catherine will attend me. Your family needs you more." She bowed, thanking me before leaving Catherine and I.

"Your so generous, my lady." Catherine smoothed her apron, giving me a smile.

"Yes," I couldn't imagine being away when my mother passed. I could only imagine how she feels. I took in a deep breath, closing my eyes and giving a silent prayer. "Help me get ready, Catherine. My husband is awaiting." Catherine's bright demeanor reappeared as she helped me undo my robe.

After getting ready, I descended to the grand hall where a hearty breakfast awaited me. Ashton rose stoically at my approach, motioning me to sit at the table. The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon filled the room, tantalizing my senses.

As we dined, thoughts swirled till one burst free. "You've lived here your whole life, haven't you?" I asked, my voice hinting at a longing I couldn't quite express.