When the church doors opened I finally saw her..Her presence was a jolt of pure color. The red of her hair is not just red; it's the flash of a cardinal's wing or the warmth of a bonfire. Her green eyes are not just green; they're the intense, unblinking color of a forest pool or a new spring leaf after rain.
The red dress hugged every part of her body revealing her curves..and she wore the color I couldn't resist, Red. She was going to be a temptation, my temptation and I didn't know how I would be able to control myself.
This was not the first time I was seeing her but I was still blown away by her beauty..It had been years yet she still looked the same, the same lips, hair and her rare eyes..This was the woman who appeared in my dreams every single night, both the good dreams and the nightmares
I could feel her heart beating fast, A cold, prickling sweat broke out on her neck, but she didn't dare lift a hand to wipe it away. Her eyes, fixed on the scuff mark on the wooden floor, refused to rise, to meet a single face among the blur of people. All she could focus on was placing one heavy foot in front of the other, as if her entire world depended on not tripping. I knew she heard the whispers about her being unlucky and they were true..because I really was a monster.
I stretched out my hand to her to catch her attention and when her gaze met mine I felt a sudden, exhilarating current, a pull that is both physical and emotional, a feeling that only one woman had managed to bring out throughout my life..I already knew the effect she had on me but I was still surprised..I had to fight this..I could not let history repeat itself.
She stared at me for a long while and I was lost in her eyes..I could feel her heart race..she looked surprised and I knew why..Seems like she also believed the rumours about me being a scary old man, all I could do was sigh.
We were finally married and she was my wife, she was Mine..even if our love was forbidden, the thought of her being mine made me feel posessive of her.
I watched her say goodbye to her parents, she looked so heartbroken but it had to be done. I knew what her future with me looked like, it would be sad and miserable, all I could do now was give her time to say her goodbyes.
Now she sat beside me, lost in thoughts. What was she thinking about? No matter how hard I tried I couldn't read her mind. That is what made her mysterious.
Since Ravoy kingdom was a three days journey, I decided to finally break the silence which covered the cottage.