The Promise

Another encounter

Tristan had tried as much as he could to avoid Anabelle, but it was harder when she came by the blacksmith to talk to him; forcing Tristan to act a role of pretense towards her about how busy he might seem or how he felt sick and needed to be excused. Tristan knew he was being a coward, but he couldn't take it anymore, especially when Anabelle was becoming the center of the towns rumors.

Anabelle was rumored to be seeing the mayor's son, the man of wealth and appearance. But only Tristan was truly hurt because of the thought, he spent a month in hiding from the woman he wanted to be with.

It had pained him to see her ride in his carriage, while he walked on the cobble stone path with his head held low, for he was ashamed at the knowledge that he couldn't give her the life Andrew had to offer.

Anabelle was all too aware of the growing distance between Tristan and herself, the growing sadness slowly covering the lively heart of her childhood friend. She noticed the uneasiness he felt whenever she went the blacksmith to talk to him.

She unconsciously wrapped her hands around the silver piece tucked between her cleavage. She had her hair up in a long braid, her body adorned with a red and black dress she had made alone.

Andrew had noticed the constant sadness that seemed to be etched upon his lover's face. The frequent touching of a silver piece that rests upon her bossom. He had hated the piece, for it seemed to be a piece with so much power and promises.

"What is your constant obsession with the silver piece around your person?" Andrew had asked her, frowning as she appeared not to have heard him. Andrew placed his hand on her other hand, drawing Anabelle's attention to his.

" Is it of any concern to you? "Anabelle replies with her hands still firmly wrapped around the silver piece gifted to her by her childhood friend, but this fact is unknown to Andrew. Andrew is enraged by her response, his hold on her hand tightening just a tad too much for a maiden.

"Anabelle, the gifts of a maiden is of every concern of the man who wishes to marry that young maiden." Andrew said his anger more
evident.

Annabelle recoiled at the burdening reminder of Andrew's promise of marriage, It wasn't news to the town's people that Andrew had been courting her, through which Andrew had insisted on making public against her consent.

"Let us leave fatuous matters such as this for later, it bears me a heavy heart to be the cause of your anger." Anabelle, says trying as much as possible to put Andrew's angry thoughts at rest. She clamps her hand around Andrew's arm with the other caressing the chest of her lover, the silver peice and the man that accompanies it are long displaced from the maiden's thoughts.

Andrew, being the lustful beast that he is, smiles with satisfaction at the mere thought of the woman before him; laying beneath him in a rock and tumble motion on thier marital bed. He anticipated the day he would slip thier marital rings on each others finger, and the ceremonious activity that followed at night with due time.

Anabelle smiles with the belief of; having worked her charm through his anger. Unlike her lover, her heart and mind only hold positive attraction to the man before her. She could not claim to be in love with the young chap but she knew what she felt was close. She could feel the constant pull she felt in her chest when she saw the smile he wore at that point. Raising the heat in her cheek, chest, neck and the other part for which shall not be mentioned.

Anabelle was the first to look away from their intense and cohesive visual groping. Anabelle still flustered from the thoughts coursing through her mind unconsciously holds the silver piece on her person, creating an instant damping to her mood while increasing the guilt pounding against the back of her brain.

Andrew notices the switch in mood and her tight grip on the silver piece, putting an immediate end to his lustful praise. He clamped his hand around her chin tightly, forcing her to look him in the eyes, the sudden yearning she felt between her legs made her quiver but her fear for the beast she saw lurking behind her lover's eyes made her still.