A Compilation of Many Small Stories Running Around In My Brain

Everything About Him

She hated everything about him.

The way his eyes would stray from his task, and then flit away from her gaze when she regarded him.

The endless sea of loneliness she saw in his sea-blue eyes in the reflection of the sword he was set to polish.

The way the sun danced off his golden, boyish locks of hair as they parried in the training yards.

The small smile he would give her when he bested her in combat, knowing the reprimanding he would face for overpowering someone of higher rank.

The way his fingers would barely brush her wrist as they passed each other in the barracks corridors, and how all the hair on her arm would stand up, her heart twisting in worry for him.

The soft words of reassurance he would give her that night, the fresh cuts on his forehead and arms catching the moonlight.

The veiled sorrow etched on his face as he watched her kiss the cheek of her betrothed.

She hated everything about him, only because she was forbidden to love anything about him.