When love returns

[Lee]

A gentle breeze floated over the great town of Britain. He sat on an oaken bench watching the wind take the leaves into its invisible grasp.
The birds softly chirped in the distance and his faithful steed stood silently next to him, gently nuzzling his arm. He let out a depressing sigh,
for he knew that so much has changed, and his life would never be what it once was..

Once a hate filled knight of Tekstone, now a subtle man. He defied those who brought him to be who he once was, he defied his "family". The cult wastoo much on his fragile heart. Torn between the love he cherished for her, and the hate he was demanded to have and breed for them, time took its toll..

The thoughts of her fluttered through his mind, teasing at his emotions. He sat silent just wondering if she was alright, everyday wondering if she was alright..
If she only knew the sacrifices he made for her, if she only understood that his every action was based on her outcome, then maybe she would share his love. He chuckles to himself
knowing his thoughts so pathetic, but still he couldn't make them go away, nor did he want them to go away.. thoughts of her, were always such happy thought..

The steady hooves of a noble horse trotting the stone paths broke him from his thoughts. His heart seems to skip a beat to the sound as though it was somehow familiar. He didnt glance around his shoulder but continued concentrating on the stone beneath. "hello.." a soft and beautiful voice called out beside him. The skip of his heart now seems nothing compared
to the way it beats now. She had come to Britain, as though she felt he was in a time of need. She returned to him..

Once he was able to speak again he let out a low "hello". They sat together quietly judging each others actions and waiting for one another to speak again. The silence would normally
be awkward, but today it seemed peaceful. They both begin a slow but steady conversation, asking of each others wellbeing. Looking away from her eyes.. it seemed utterly
impossible, she drew you in like a bee to honey. How lonely he had been without her.

Inch by single inch he brought his hand closer to hers, waiting for the courage to bring it upon her silky skin. When their hands finally met she shivered with pain, a pain that traveled
right to his spine. He knew she wasn't used to be touched, but he hoped under the shiver there was another feeling, a feeling of safety, of peacefulness.
He wanted to embrace her right then and there, to confess his love for her, to tell her how he had completely changed his life for her and wanted her, wanted her more than anything.. but
the silence overtook him, again.

The day seemed to draw to an end, the minutes into hours, all seemed to pass too quickly. There was never enough time to spend with her. The time that was spent with her was almost painful for he knew it would have to come to an end. When it all came to an end today, he had done what he set out to do.. he had taken her into his arms, forced her to understand his feelings, to have her know what went through his head. He loved her, he could never deny that, not for the cult, not for anyone. She was his soul mate, and he was hers, she would feel this one day..
one day she would share everything with him, but until that day, just having her happy was enough to keep him sane, keep him at peace.