"You can still go back," he wrapped his hands around mine. "No, I want to be with you, always." I held onto him tightly as our stolen horse guided us through the damp woods. Earthy smells filled the air along with soft sounds of the horse trodding along an unfamiliar path. "I have no lands, no title. I have nothing to offer you but my love for you, milady. Are you sure you really want to be with me?"
The horse stopped and my lover turned and held my gaze. Rain fell onto his face and coated his thick lashes. His eyes were pleading and his words true. He had nothing, he was just the castle cook's son I had fallen in love with all those years ago. The boy who I played games with as a child had captured my heart, body, and soul as a man grown.
I didn't want to run away from my home, family, and life. And yet this was the only way we could be together. I was promised to another. A wealthy handsome young lord; A stranger. "Yes," I moved my hands from his waist up to cup his cheek and put my mouth on his. I kissed him like it would be our last time. Only the gods knew it could be if we are caught, I thought.
"Let's keep riding," I leaned my head on his back and put my hands back around his waist. He grabbed the reins and kicked the horse into a fast gallop. The wind blew in my hair as we rode and before I knew it we were eloping in the church by the sea which my old home overlooked. I will never see this place again.
The thought brought onto me a deep despair, and only the hope I had for our future comforted me. Would we be two lovers destined to be together for all of time? Or would our great love end in tragedy? Yes, he is my heart and hope. The light of my life, fire of my loins. Ours is sin, and we have made our bed.
