DamianThe ride back home is quietToo quiet, in fact.Not her voice. Not my thoughts. Not even the feral roar of my beast rumbling under my skin, threatening consistently to break free and wreak havoc in a fit of madness. For once, in so long a time, even my beast is silent.Ophelis sits just across from me, with a distracted look. Even though her gaze follows the shifting trees as we travel, I could pick the flinching, telltale looks of regrets on her face. As though she considers an escape out of here. Even so, her straight back posture, upright chin and crossed legs catches my eyes. Like the clandestine manner of a woman in high graces. It fills me with pride, curving the corners of my lips upward in self appreciation. But beneath that, is the occasional tremble of her fingers. The frequent shifts of broken focus into sadness and anger, as she wages an internal war with her troubled mind. Not that it matters anymore. We are married already, by reason of contract. And nothing
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