The year is 1899. You are 29 year old (Y/N) Luck, wife to William Luck - an heir to his fathers fortune who resides in Rhodes. You had no other choice but to marry William Luck, ignoring the fact you have no love for him. It's been 2 years since you...
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You couldn't speak. There weren't words that could come to your mind to express how you felt. You had the inclining that he had the same feeling because he didn't speak either, and it didn't look like he intended to.
You gazed into his eyes, with no intent to drop eye-contact. His eyes were the ocean, so full of life but so uncertain. The blue-green hue carried his emotional currents before you could breathe, you were drowned. His eyes were pulled back into a narrowed squint, it was like he didn't know if he was looking at you or not. It ached every fiber of your being to look at the man who you once thought was your everything - who still is - you just couldn't help but to stare a little longer. You shoot a glance down at a deputy badge on his the upper left part of his shirt then back up at his mesmerizing gaze. You look at every strand of ashy blonde hair falling in the front of his face, every crease in the folds of his face, every imperfectly perfect imperfection laid out across his face, the face you watched age since he was a mere twenty-six.
Arthur only seemed to get better looking with age, his appearance alone was seductive. And it took everything in you to not lunge at him in rejoice.
After a moment of staring at each other Dutch and Bill Williamson walk out of the sheriffs office, a badge on theirs shirt as well. You look at the men then sheriff Gray from the window of the sheriffs office, a bottle in his hand.
They're pulling a scheme on the poor drunk fool!
You look over to your right as you see a silhouette get uncomfortably close to you in your peripheral vision and you recognize William. You grab onto his wrist and pull him onto the wagon quickly, looking back at Arthur in shock. Before you can hide the expression of pure surprise from your face, Arthur notices it, watching as you try to cover it emotionlessly.
"You okay?" William asks and you nod, eagerly handing him the reins.
"Yeah, I just don't feel too good." You say, "Just wanna get home."
William tips his head, "You dont wanna stop by the doctors office and maybe get a tonic of some kind?" He offers and you give him a silencing glare, it was the kind of response you didn't need to speak for in order to answer. He rides the wagon out of town quickly, and you can't stop yourself from looking over your shoulder every so often.
After a few times of looking over your shoulder and seeing no one on your way out of Rhodes you look once more, just for reassurance. You feel your heart sink into the pits of your stomach as you see Dutch riding not too far behind the wagon on an albino Arabian, Bill Williamson not far behind him. You try to look past them for Arthur but don't see him. Your leg begins shaking, bouncing up and down on the floor of the wagon anxiously.
"(Y/N)... are you sure you're okay?" William asks, slowing the wagon down a bit.
"I'm fine," you mutter, trying to hide it the agitation you feel for your husband in your voice. "Let's just get home soon."
