Crystal Heart

Chapter 4 ~ Reality

Chapter 4

"Nononononono. What have I done? I'm a fool, of course he would come back. He has probably been watching me all this time."

My thoughts ran a mile a minute as I watched him saunter over to us. An arrogant smirk on his face yet I saw right through him. His eyes, though cold to everyone else, held the fact that he was jealous of Will, annoyed that I was wearing my veil, and hurt because my parents had never liked him and because they treated me poorly. However, this was nothing compared to his anger. He was furious because I was his. He hated anyone who tried to take his things and I was bound to him. How on earth could I forget?

Knowing what I had to do, I stepped out of Will's arms. His gaze snapped to me as he tried to pull me back but it was too late. My husband knew that I would acknowledge his claim and he had moved to stand behind me, encircling me in my cage-I mean, his arms. I could feel Will's hurt and confusion so strongly I could taste it. However, this was unimportant because I had to play the part of an obedient wife. I stood my ground though and bracing myself, turned to look at my husband.

He was very much unchanged. Blonde hair fell messily everywhere looking soft to the touch, brown eyes that seemed to cut me with their indifferent and calculating look, and he was extremely tall, normally towering over me. Thankfully, I was wearing heels so I only had to look up slightly. He was clothed all in black which gave him a sinister air and he seemed paler than usual. As if all the color had been sucked out of him, leaving behind a lifeless shell.

He wasn't lifeless though, I knew this. I had tried so hard to forget him after the incident but it looks like he has been keeping tabs on me. How unsurprising. This is the man who married me and then left without telling anyone where he was going. Left me to fend for myself in this world of wolves. Wasn't he supposed to love and take care of me? Thankfully I had rid myself of such notions a long time ago, otherwise, I would be holding onto useless hope for these long years.

"If you will excuse us, I need to speak with my wife."

His magic swirled around us, black sand and turquoise fire. It covered us and the ballroom disappeared and melted away to show my bedroom. With a flick of his fingers, the doors locked and the dresser pressed against it.

"I don't want to be disturbed, my dear, as it would appear that we have quite a few matters to discuss."

I knew that I had no reason to be afraid of my husband whatsoever but the sheer anger and animalistic ferocity that poured from his very being had me casting my eyes down and looking away. Suddenly, I found my back touching the wall and gazing straight into brown, nearly black, eyes.

"Well, love, care to explain what that was?"

Knowing I wouldn't win being weak and timid, I straightened my spine and looked him square in the eye.

"I was getting engaged. You can hardly blame me considering how things ended between us the last time we saw eachother. I assumed our marriage became void."

A growl ripped through the room and he grabbed my veil and tore it off my face. It had been tied to pins in my hair and everything holding my hair up gave way to gravity and it made quick work as my hair fell heavily down my back. Pins and jewels crashed to the floor, catching the light and bathing us in swirls of color and light.

"Our marriage is not void and will not be void until we die. Even then, it shall not be void. You are mine, now and forever. Our souls are bonded and even if you were to walk away, I don't think you understand the amount of pain that would be caused by such thoughtless and rash actions."

Fury unlike any I had ever known ripped through me and I shoved him away.

"How dare you patronize me and talk down to me when YOU are the one who bonded us. YOU are the one who suggested this. YOU are the one who told me you loved me. YOU are the one who didn't look back! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO LIED!"

I was screaming and tears streamed down my face, I could only imagine how I looked. Ashamed, I turned away. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want his pity. I heard his steps as he slowly walked over to me and gently slid his arms around my waist. I tried in vain to get away but he only held on tighter each time.

"Why? Why did you leave?"

I could feel his hesitation as if it were my own before the familiar icy feeling came. There was that wall again. Just like every other time.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

Spinning around, I slammed my fist hard into his jaw and he fell to the ground a few feet away. I closed my eyes and smoothed away my furious expression, trying desperately to maintain my composure.

"I did. I have waited for nearly 2 years now. Ever since our wedding day."

Turning abruptly, I strode towards the door but he grabbed my wrist and before I realized what was happening, he had transported us to his castle in Darakor.

Whirling around, I went to punch him again but he stopped my fist and pulled me closer.

"Why must you always fight me? Why can't you yield and accept the fact that maybe we could be happy together? Why can't you forget him?"

The sheer contempt and disdain in that one word sent ice through my veins. Lox had no idea what it would cost me to push him away, but if it meant keeping my husband safe, I would pay the price. Hardening myself, I spat out,

"Because he is not you."

I put all the venom I could manage in that word to convince him that I hated him. It would be easier when it came time to walk away. I will not fulfill the prophecy. I will not use him. He is my husband, not a tool. Although, I seriously wonder at the latter sometimes. Gazing up into my husband's eyes, I saw that he did still love me and the one thing he didn't know was that, I was in love with him too. I just couldn't tell him.

"I don't believe you hate me. You can see through me just as I can see through you. I love you and I know you love me."

Before I could protest, before I could even think, he kissed me. It was a kiss that demanded you give everything in yourself, a kiss that was bittersweet and possessive. I didn't even try to resist, I didn't want to. I loved him and if this was the only time I could allow him to believe it, then I'm going to grab it.

The next thing I know we are on the roof with blankets creating a make-shift bed. As he pulls away, I breathe in huge gulps of air and he is breathing heavily too while laying his head on my neck. We lay there wrapped in each other's arms gazing up at the night sky.

"What are you so afraid of?"

His whispered words made me flinch slightly because he had no idea what would happen if I accepted him. No one warned him what being tied down to me would do. Was I really willing to get in bed with the enemy to save this man, the man I love?