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As I stood at the precipice of heartbreak, a maelstrom of emotions swirled within me. Betrayal and suffocation wrestled for dominance, yet a glimmer of hope refused to be extinguished.
The tender romance William had woven around me, a tapestry of sweet nothings and gentle caresses, seemed at odds with the treacherous tale my mother had spun. I felt like a ship torn asunder by conflicting winds, my heart heavy with the weight of doubt.
Was my sweet romance just an unrealistic bliss?
With a deep breath, I steeled myself for the truth, my determination forged in the fire of uncertainty. I knew William's abode, that grand manor perched atop the valley, was within reach.
The fading light of day only fueled my resolve as I launched myself into the unknown, my feet bare and my heart aflame.
The guards at the gate, imposing sentinels of stone and steel, barred my path with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
"Let me pass," I demanded, my voice a gentle breeze that belied the tempest within. "I must speak with William."
Their laughter, a low rumble of thunder, only quickened my pulse as I pushed past them, my feet carrying me toward the manor with a will of their own.
The oak doors, sturdy and unyielding, swung open with a soft creak, revealing the warm glow of candlelight and William himself, his eyes wide with wonder.
"Ama, what brings you to my doorstep?" he asked, his voice a gentle brook that soothed my frazzled nerves.
"I come seeking truth," I replied, my words a delicate dance of hope and fear.
His face, a mask of marble, paled as understanding dawned, and he took a step back, his eyes clouding like a summer sky beset by storms.
"They say..." I began, my voice a mere whisper, "that you are not what you seem."
William's lips, those tender lips that had whispered sweet nothings in my ear, parted as if to speak, but only a faint whisper escaped, a mere zephyr of sound that left me trembling with anticipation.
And then, like a bolt of lightning on a summer's day, it struck me - the guards had addressed him as
'the prince.'
My heart skipped a beat as the truth dawned, and I felt like a ship adrift in a stormy sea.
"No...never!" I exclaimed, my voice shattering like fragile glass as I succumbed to a torrent of bitter tears and anguish. The air seemed to thicken, refusing to reach my lungs, as I felt the weight of betrayal and heartbreak crushing me.
The man who had stolen my heart, my everything, stood before me, his eyes filled with a remorse that only served to fan the flames of my fury. "You see, I didn't tell you because it would have destroyed us," he began, his voice a gentle breeze that only fueled my tempest.
"Us?" I spat, my words a venomous hiss. "There is no us! I gave you my heart, my very soul, and you trampled it beneath your feet like dust!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the halls like a mournful dirge.
William's hand reached out, a tender gesture, but I slapped it away, my palm stinging with the force of my rejection. "Why did you deceive me? I only loved you" I demanded, my sobs punctuating the silence like a death knell.
His eyes, those piercing blue orbs that had once held me captive, now filled with sorrow and despair. "I-i was not meant to fall in love with you..i didn't want to hurt you," he whispered, his voice a barely audible sigh.
But I would have none of it. "My mother's words, they haunt me still," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "She spoke of a treacherous man, one who brought darkness and death to our people. And now, I see the truth in her words."
William's face paled, his eyes darting away like a guilty creature. "Ama, please..."
But I pressed on, my heart heavy with foreboding. "Did you kill our chief?" I asked, my voice a cold, calculated blade, driven by a desperate need for truth.
The silence that followed was oppressive, a heavy shroud that suffocated us both. William's words, when they finally came, were a weak protestation. "It was a sudden accident..."
But I would not be swayed. "To hell with you," I spat, my heart a heavy, aching stone in my chest.
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The Colonial Heart ✓ (Editing)
Historical Fiction"Britain, 1840s Prince William Harry Harrington, the eldest son of the British monarch, stood atop the grand balcony of Windsor Castle, gazing out at the sprawling gardens below. His thoughts, however, were far from the lush greenery and vibrant flo...
