𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 | 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪 𝔗. 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰

Bright As Seaglass

Visenya was drying her crimson hair when she heard someone entered the house. Her husband is back. Very late. When she comes to see him, she could tell that he is not in a good mood and desperately tired.

"Will?"

He turned his head towards the voice. It was smoother and so soothing, he had never realized it. His wife materialized, her hair down and tangled. She donned a plain white shirt and draped a red robe over her shoulders. "Hey." He said shortly. He always knew that his workaholic behaviors would turn times like this to such a mess. He's physically and mentally tired, and he can't deal with her right now.

To his surprise, Visenya touched his shoulders gently and started to lightly massage them. The feelings of her touch is so soothing Will can doze off right there if she continues.

He took her hands off him and turns her towards him. "Stark, i..." he doesn't even know what to say. "If you came here to mock me, i have no desire on pursuing your japes." He said, very very worn off and sleep deprived.

The girl stared at him, until a flash of hurt in her facial expression caught his eyes. She stepped back from him. "Is that... all you think i am?" She ask, a sheer disbelief in her hoarse voice. "That i am an evil, vile woman, who enjoys torment?"

William looked at her, ready to prove his point right. That she is, indeed, evil and heartless, yet when he looked at her, he saw nothing but a pained young woman. She nodded.
"I see," she said icily, masking her hurt. "I know when I'm not wanted. I took your coat... for warmth, just like when it was raining, that day. Oh God be good, cursed that day." She stood up. "I apologize. I shall take my leave."

William could no longer hold himself. Stopping the girl in her way out his bedchamber, he pulled her almost forcefully. "Stay." He whispered. Why can't she make it easy, he thought. God, if You ever listen to me, let her be mine, he begged. Take everything away from me, but please let her be mine.

Visenya would have none of it. She rose from William's embrace, locking her mismatched eyes with his. "Look at me." She whispered. William looked at her, her face seems more beautiful with just the candlelight shining through.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Only achievable things." He replied.

"What about happiness?"

"I already have you."

He cups her cheeks. "I don't care if you don't. My heart is yours, even when you loath it." She smiled sadly.

"Such pity. I would give mine to you but..." Visenya chuckled, But it's terribly damaged, and as hideous as i am." William does not care. He does not want a perfect version of her. He wants her, with all her flaws and damages. He wants to know the layers underneath her steel, the girl behind Lord Commander Stark. Visenya brought her lips close to his.

"Whatever's left of it, it's yours."