Lost love

6: Breaking

Alexanders POV:

As I held her she appeared to be shaking, I couldn't bare seeing her in this sight. Faint muffles could be heard as she was whimpering on my chest. Her long brunette hairs cascaded to hide her porcelain face, which stained her now discoloured cheeks. My fingers danced softly whilst they run through her loose hair as my other hand caresses her lower back gently.

Emma's POV:

I feel substandard by showing my feelings to Alexander, as this is abnormal behaviour for me. Since my earliest memory I have grown up knowing that showing negative emotions to others would tarnish any respect I held from Nobles alike. Due to this I kept my unwanted emotions hidden from the world, nothing but a smile was masking my 'lies'. I feel like I'm burdening Alexander and that pains me enough but to know that I must leave him is simply unbearable. I can't do it. "I-I'm so s-sorry" I have failed myself but not only that, my teachings of concealing my true corrupted feelings.

Alexanders POV:

A feeble stutter escapes her lips "I-I'm so s-sorry" why is she apologising? I brush her forehead to get past what's hiding underneath the hair, my stomach dropped. "M'lady, why are you sorry you have done nothing wrong". "I have failed." Failed? I must calm her down to understand her and so she'll think rationally. "Follow me, allow me to escort you to your chambers." She nods and wraps her arm around my own as I guide her to her chambers. Whilst, passing through the hallways I obtained some tissues and Emma was grateful.

Walking past a few more doors I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it. As, I let her walk in front of me while also guiding her to the closest chair. A maid stopped us as we were walking, she looked concerned for the lady Emma as a normal human being would be. We both assured her everything was fine. However, I doubt she believed us as she was coming back to check on us after her daily chores. My gaze was only fixated on the crying girl who looks some what defeated but more relaxed. What on earth caused her to get like this even after a family tragedy she just locked herself up away from the people she loved most, including me. Did it just get too much or, did something happen? A small sigh escaped my lips yet again born from confusion this caught her attention. Emma quickly looked at me but instantly put her head in her tiny hands. Fiddlesticks, does she think I'm annoyed?

Emma's POV:

Whilst Alexander hauls me to my room we past a maid. Shoot. I hide my face behind Alex's back and wipe my cheeks to look as coherent as possible. The maid has a smile and then greets us but that smile shortly fades as she acknowledges me. Memories of my past lessons on concealing emotions flood my mind failing me. The times when I was scolded for crying as I was in public for not getting an ice cream when I was three. As the years crept up on me the scenarios grew more harsh than the last as I'm 'old enough to know the basics between right and wrong!' and how my behaviour is 'simply indecent for a Noble born I'll never become the ideal wife.' Somehow, that training was put to use as I fake a smile and convince her alongside Alex that everything is fine and I only tripped. She wanted to check on us again after her shift which I think is thoughtful but nonetheless a burden.

Alex opens my door and guides me to the closest chair. As I take my place I just sit there feeling empty and cold. I feel him looking at me, is he judging me because I am weak? A faint sigh left from his mouth catches my curiosity. Moving my head in his direction my prediction were correct it's just finding out his intensions, why is he looking at me. Pity is the last thing I want. I can't deal with this anymore I bury my head in my hands as I silently weep. I don't want to be alone but I can't be selfish and do this to Alexander. What am I to do...?