Whispers In Heartland

ANGEL

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains of their hotel suite, casting a golden hue over the room. Robyn stirred beneath the plush blankets, slowly waking to the gentle sounds of London coming to life outside. The city was still quiet in the early morning, but there was a hum in the people beginning their day, distant car horns, the faint rustle of the wind as it carried the scent of autumn into the room.She stretched lazily, her body still wrapped in the warmth of last night’s dinner and the love that seemed to fill every corner of the space.The memory of Hugo’s surprise meal made her smile, how he had crafted that intimate dinner just for her, every detail thought out with the tenderness he always showed her.Turning over, Robyn found the bed empty, Hugo already gone from his side. But as her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed something on the pillow where he’d slept a small bouquet of her favorite flowers. Roses, their petals dewy and fresh, lay there waiting for her. Attached to them was a note, handwritten in Hugo’s familiar, flowing script:Good morning, Angel. I’m downstairs grabbing us coffee. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face when you wake up.Robyn laughed softly, touched by the sweetness of his gesture. She picked up the flowers, breathing in their delicate scent, her heart fluttering the way it always did when Hugo found these little ways to show how much he cared. Even the smallest moments felt special when he was involved.As she rose from bed and slipped on a soft robe, Robyn made her way to the window, pushing the curtains aside to reveal the stunning view of London. The city was bathed in the soft light of morning, the streets beginning to bustle with people going about their day. But up here, in the quiet of their suite, it felt like the world belonged only to them.Just as she was lost in the beauty of the moment, the door to the suite opened softly behind her. She turned to see Hugo, a tray in hand, carrying two steaming cups of coffee and a selection of pastries from the café downstairs. His eyes lit up when he saw her standing by the window, her face glowing in the morning light."Good morning, Princess," he said, walking over to her with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"Robyn nodded, her smile mirroring his. "I did. Waking up to flowers and coffee? I’d say it’s a perfect start."Hugo chuckled as he set the tray down on the small table by the window. "I aim to please."He poured her a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the air as he handed it to her. They sat down together, overlooking the city, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. There was no rush, no agenda just the simple pleasure of being with each other, sharing the peace that only the early hours could bring.Robyn leaned into Hugo’s side as they sipped their coffee, her head resting against his shoulder. "What do you think we’ll do today?" she asked, her voice soft and content.Hugo wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. "Anything you want, Angel. We’ve got the whole day ahead of us."Robyn smiled, her heart full. She didn’t know what the day would bring, but she knew that whatever they did, it would be perfect because they were together.
One Hour Later
Hugo and Robyn decided to make the most of their time in London. they ventured back into the cool morning, their fingers intertwined as they strolled down the bustling streets. Hugo had suggested visiting one of the city’s famous museums,they have a new Greek exhibit, knowing how much Robyn loved Greek mythology and art. The thought of wandering through the quiet halls, lost in time and beauty, seemed like the perfect way to begin such a memorable day.The taxi ride took them through the colourful city, the sun, giving the day a soft, golden glow. Robyn gazed out of the window, the excitement of exploring something new bubbling inside her. “I’ve always wanted to see the British Museum, especially with the new exhibit, you know I'm a Greek mythology nerd,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.Hugo smiled, watching her as she spoke. “I know you have, Angel. And I can’t wait to experience it with you.”When they arrived at the museum, the grand façade loomed ahead, its neoclassical columns bathed in soft light. The museum, quieter now in the evening hours, had an air of serenity about it, as if the ancient artifacts and masterpieces were waiting just for them.Inside, the vast halls were hushed, the usual daytime crowds nowhere to be seen. They wandered through the galleries, the echo of their footsteps the only sound as they moved from room to room. Robyn’s eyes lit up with every new discovery a collection of Egyptian relics, intricately carved sculptures, and stunning Renaissance paintings. Hugo stayed close, watching her delight as she moved from one exhibit to the next. As they stepped inside, the gallery opened up before them, filled with statues of gods and goddesses, intricate pottery depicting scenes from myths, and ancient artifacts that seemed to hum with the stories they carried. Robyn’s breath caught as she gazed at a statue of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, standing tall and proud with her helmet tilted back, her eyes watchful.“This is incredible,” Robyn whispered, her hand lightly brushing Hugo’s arm as she moved closer to one of the displays. “I’ve always loved Athena. The idea of wisdom and strength combined. it’s so powerful.”Hugo watched her as she admired the statues and relics, captivated by the stories they told. She moved from one piece to the next, her fingers tracing the air in front of ancient vases that depicted scenes of Odysseus and the Trojan War. Her fascination was palpable, her love for the myths and their deeper meanings shining through.“Do you remember the story of Persephone?” Robyn asked, her eyes settling on a delicate carving of the goddess being taken to the Underworld by Hades. “It’s always been one of my favorites.”Hugo nodded, leaning in closer to the display. “The one where she spends part of the year in the Underworld, causing winter, and the rest with her mother, bringing spring?”Robyn smiled, pleased that he remembered. “Yes. It’s such a beautiful, bittersweet story. The idea of being torn between two worlds light and dark, life and death it’s tragic, but there’s also hope in it. Every year, she comes back, and life begins again.”Hugo took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always had a way of finding beauty in every story.”Robyn looked up at him, her eyes filled with warmth. “I think that’s why I love these myths so much. They’re ancient, but they speak to things we still feel love, loss, hope, and the way life goes on, no matter what.”They continued through the exhibit, pausing in front of a large sculpture of Zeus, king of the gods, his figure carved in marble, his expression fierce and commanding. Robyn stood in awe of the craftsmanship, her mind swirling with the tales of power and fate that had shaped the ancient world.As they neared the end of the exhibit, they came upon a large mosaic depicting the hero Hercules completing one of his twelve labors. Robyn pointed at it, her voice soft with admiration. “Hercules the hero who struggled so much, but never gave up.”Hugo wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. “Sounds familiar,” he said with a grin. “You’re my Hercules, always strong and brave.”Robyn laughed softly, leaning into him. “I think you give me too much credit.”“I don’t think I give you enough,” Hugo replied, his voice warm and sincere.as they left the Greek exhibit, they stood together in front of the Elgin Marbles, the famous sculptures from the Parthenon in Athens. Robyn was captivated by the elegance and detail of the ancient carvings, tracing her fingers through the air as if she could touch the history in front of her. Hugo, however, couldn’t take his eyes off her.“You know,” he said softly, stepping closer, “I think you might be more beautiful than any of these masterpieces.”Robyn turned to him, her face breaking into a smile. “You’re biased,” she teased.“Completely,” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her softly.They continued to explore, taking their time in the quiet, intimate space of the museum. There was no rush, no pressurejust the two of them, surrounded by the art and history of centuries, lost in their own world. The air between them was filled with a sense of timelessness, as if their love, like the artifacts around them, would last forever.As the night wore on, they found themselves in a small, secluded gallery, where an ancient Roman statue stood in the center of the room, bathed in soft light. Robyn sat down on one of the benches, pulling Hugo down beside her. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, simply soaking in the beauty around them. “I love moments like this,” Robyn whispered after a while, her head resting on Hugo’s shoulder. “Where it feels like the rest of the world fades away, and it’s just us.”Hugo wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. “Me too. I wish we could freeze this moment forever.”Robyn smiled, her eyes closing as she relaxed into his embrace. “We don’t need to,” she said softly. “We have so many more to come.”As the museum's closing hour approached, they slowly made their way toward the exit, reluctant to leave the peaceful sanctuary they had found in the heart of London.As the day drew to a close, Hugo and Robyn found themselves walking hand-in-hand along the quiet banks of the River Thames. The London skyline shimmered in the distance, its iconic landmarks bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Streetlights flickered on, casting warm halos of light along the cobblestone path where they strolled, wrapped in the embrace of each other’s presence.The world seemed to slow down around them, the rush of the city fading into the background as they wandered along the river. Hugo had his arm around Robyn’s waist, holding her close, while she leaned into him, her head resting against his shoulder. They didn’t need words in this moment the silence between them was filled with the kind of peace and understanding that only true love could bring.Hugo paused at a quiet spot overlooking the water, the soft breeze ruffling his hair as he turned to face Robyn. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the fading colors of the sunset, and for a moment, they simply stood there, gazing at each other, lost in the tenderness of the evening.“Come here,” Hugo whispered, pulling Robyn into his arms. He held her close, his heart beating in time with hers, the rhythm of their love steady and sure.Robyn closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace, the safety she always felt when she was with him. “I could stay like this forever,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath.Hugo smiled, his lips brushing against her forehead. “You will,” he whispered back, his voice filled with the depth of his promise. “I’m never letting you go.”As the sky darkened, the lights of the city reflected off the rippling surface of the Thames, creating a magical glow around them. Hugo reached into his coat pocket, pulling out something small and delicate. Gently, he took Robyn’s hand, and as she opened her eyes, she saw what he was holding a beautiful ring, simple yet elegant, just like her.Her breath caught as she looked up at him, her heart racing with anticipation. Hugo smiled, his eyes filled with all the love he’d ever felt for her, and knelt down on one knee. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them standing in the soft glow of the evening. “Robyn,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “From the moment I met you, you changed my life. You’ve brought so much light and joy into every single day, and there isn’t a moment that goes by that I don’t feel grateful to have you by my side.”Tears welled up in Robyn’s eyes as she listened, her heart swelling with emotion.“I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to,” Hugo continued. “You are my everything my love, my best friend, my forever. So, I have to ask you something that I’ve known for a long time now.”He looked up at her, his eyes filled with hope and love. “Will you marry me?”Robyn’s breath caught in her throat, her heart soaring. She felt the tears spill over as she nodded, unable to find the words at first. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with joy. “Yes, Hugo, I will marry you.”A wide grin spread across Hugo’s face as he slipped the ring onto her finger, standing to pull her into his arms once more. They kissed, slow and tender, the world around them disappearing in the magic of the moment.The city continued to hum in the background, but for Hugo and Robyn, there was nothing but the two of them standing by the river, wrapped in the warmth of their love and the promise of forever. The day had been filled with beauty, adventure, and laughter, but this moment was the one that would stay with them for a lifetime.As they pulled away, Hugo rested his forehead against hers, his voice barely a whisper. “I love you, Angel. Always.”Robyn smiled through her happy tears, her heart overflowing. “I love you too, more than anything.”They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the city lights sparkled around them like stars. Their future stretched out before them, filled with all the love, joy, and adventure they could ever dream of together.And as the night fell, they walked back along the river, handin-hand, ready to begin the rest of their lives as one.