The worst part of tonight was not the agony that no amount of alcohol could sooth, it had been the victorious smile my father bore when I walked back into that throne room. Along with the guilt of knowing I had fallen straight into his hands.
I stooped into my chambers, slamming the empty bottle down on the oak table, and grabbing another from the drinks stand. I stunk of wine, vomit and that wrenched woman's perfume. I tore my clothes off of me, tossing them onto the icy fire. I wanted to drown in my own grief. Bury my head into the neck of the woman I loved. Anything to relieve this agony.
The bedroom door was shut, no candle light through the cracks by the hinges. I pressed my head against it, my hands running up and down it as if it was her. I couldn't enter. I shouldn't. Y/n would be fast asleep, Shadow wrapped around her, warming her, guarding her from me. What had I done?
Then, I turned and stode towards the table. I hadn't really done anything wrong, I had been trying to turn away the woman all night! Plus she had kissed me! Not I kissed her! I grabbed a blanket out the cupboard, slipped into some clean trousers and put the wine outside the chamber doors, refusing to allow myself any more. I slumped onto the couch, falling into its leather cusion, as I pulled my hair out. Why was I so stupid? So foolish? I arched my back, letting out a muffled whine. I missed her touch already, I missed her smell, her smile, her laugh, her humour. I curled up and groaned, cursing myself until sleep consumed me.
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The Power Of Cithrí - A Chaol Westfall Fanfiction
Fanfiction'What am I?' - the question to end it all, and start it all. The river of love grows ever deeper between the two lovers - he captain of he Royal guard and the princess of a city of poisons. Truly enjoying her new life in Rifthold, y/n slowly forget...
