“What are you doing?” I demanded harshly as I dangled like a doll from his shoulder.“Let go of me, you jerk!”As he ascended the stairs, I drummed my fists along his spine and kicked my dangling legs against his stomach. He did not even flinch; my protests were no stronger than butterfly wings flapping against his barreled chest. I even bit him a couple times. Theo did not come to my aide; I was surprised Aldrich would do this in front of him to begin with. I suppose my son and his father’s bond ran deeper than I theorized. My protective boy did not utter a word in assistance or protest. I silently cursed Aldrich for influencing him so much; he definitely wanted to be just like him.“You’re my wife,” he nonchalantly responded, pulling open my bedroom door. “How is a man hugging his wife considered a jerk?” The sunset was dimming to a dark, twilight sky outside my window, and the last shreds of today’s light kissed my bedsheets.“This isn’t a hug, this is assault!’ I argued, batting a
“But not now,” Aldrich declared, climbing off me. I looked up at him incredulously, surprised that he was relinquishing. He straightened up after lifting himself from the bed, brushing off lint from his shirt. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What kind of punishment did you expect, Cathy?” he questioned mockingly, mirroring me by raising an eyebrow right back. “Gather your mind from the gutter. I don’t take advantage of women like that.” I glared at him, knowing he was well-aware of what he had been implying. “You’re a liar.” He scoffed. “You know, just for that, I will punish you,” he then abruptly grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and poured it over my head. I gasped as the cold liquid washed over me, extinguishing any of the heat growing inside of me for him. It dampened my hair and dripped icily down my spine. I glared at him with ice more cold than the water, and he smirked in response. “I did witchcraft on them,” I
Eyes warm with tears, I approached my son, his strong and prideful silhouette plucking at each heart string. I kneeled down and hugged him, kissing his cheeks in the soft moonlight. He giggled at the sudden act of affection and hugged me back. I rested my chest on his little shoulder. “Theo,” I said, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Do you like Aldrich?” I couldn’t help but ask. As the question hung in the air, I felt stupid. How selfish it was of me to want to keep him from his own father. If he liked Aldrich, it was his own choice to accompany him. Plus, Aldrich had a lot more to offer him than I did. Theo sunk back slightly, a bashful look on his face. He seemed as if I just told him something important, and I worried that I revealed too much of my insecurities to him. “Do you like him?” he finally answered, reflecting my question with urgence.“If you do, I like him. If you don’t like him, I don’t.” He looked worried, looking l
The only explanation behind the glowing garden was him, but there was no explanation behind the witchcraft. I desperately looked to him for answers. When did he recognize me? How did he create the glow? His eyes looked farther away as he launched into his tale, his voice low and soft. “When I was young, I was lost in the forest and almost died because of a warrior’s betrayal,” he said, his hazel eyes darkening, “A beautiful healer found me. She healed my body and my mind and then gave me a crystal stone.” I started at that, opening my mouth. “Yes, the glow is from the crystal stone,” he confirmed, “I don’t know why she gave it to me at that time. But when she left, she told me that something useless might be something useful in the future.” He presented it to me right in his hands, and my eyes saturated with tears when I realized I recognized the stone. “She’s right, Cathy,” he whispered, and he kissed me again, our lips tasting like my
Cathy The servant informed me my sister had arrived. I tore my attention away from the beautiful chrysanthemums growing in vibrant shades of peach, pink, and oranges. Against the staff’s will, I demanded no one hire a gardener or servant to tend to the garden; that would be my role. Servants watched me stain my luxurious skirts of spun gold and rose embroideries with soil and dirt. I refused to relinquish my days in the garden, even as the season cooled. I was careful to remain clean and sparkling today; I wanted to impress my sister to full extent. We had not seen each other in years, but we always had been close during childhood. She has not seen my face unscarred since forever. For that, I knew she would be impressed by that alone, and I wanted to really make her proud with the estate, and her new nephew. I had the servants dress him up like royalty, and he protested when his sleeves were too rigid to lift his bow in. Following the servant to the grand e
Cathy The unease I felt in the garden that day continued. I watched as the trees slowly died, the ivy green dwindling to autumn hues, like paint brushes dipped in crimson and orange smudging over the horizon. I often missed the willow outside of the cottage; it was not only beautiful in the fall, but felt like a protector, as if it was always watching over us. Now, it felt like we were being watched in a different way. The silhouettes of gowns and coats in the closet suddenly seemed more alarming, and the weight upon my skin felt heavier, not only the hair standing up but eyes. Eyes in my window, eyes in the garden, eyes in the trees. I often found myself peering around walls I did not care for prior, slowly counting each step and breath walking into a dark room, and jumping each time a servant or guard spoke a word into the silence. I also missed Aldrich more than I thought I would. He provided a sense of masuculine protection that Theo and I eventuall
Cathy How are you doing? I thought. Good. Tired, but good, the voice in my mind answered back through the tunnel. I snorted to myself. Tell me about it. Exhaustion was now a staple to my life, accompanying me everywhere. My only friend besides Theo. But I care more about how you are, the voice continued, sounding a bit concerned. You don’t really talk about yourself. Sighing, I looked at the ceiling, following the pattern of angels carved in the stone. There’s not much to talk about myself. The estate is well, the garden is fine. The only thing I have to talk about is Theo. Since it was Aldrich, he always had to analyze each one of my words. The garden is only ‘fine?’ That’s not how you usually describe it. I have not told him how I don’t like to be outside anymore. Or the mysterious figure in the trees I saw with Theo, or the eyes I felt on me, or the lack of sleep I was getting, or the heavy disapproval I was feeling from th
Aldrich The hours between battle were usually too somber to talk about life. Soldiers normally liked to bond with the brothers they battled with, but it was often too emotionally difficult to formulate words. There was too much blood spilled and lives lost to talk like it wasn't happening. It was also hard to talk about life outside of war in case you didn't get home to continue it. But it was different this time. Last time, I didn’t know Cathy. Now, she filled the spaces of silence from my lips perpetually, each drop of silence dried by her name. “You seem to really love this girl,” Agar chuckled, sharpening his dagger with his claws. Agar had to hear most of my ramblings. He was my second in command warrior, replacing Alan’s spot for this war. I only told him about Cathy because he was my most trusted and worthy warrior. He was the only one who accompanied me in my general chambers tent, wide awake while everyone rested. “And she has