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[fieldbox="Alexander Blackwood; The Last Good Man, #166b22, solid, 10"]With the force of her slap, Alexander had been snapped out of attention and into a daze. Without his head screwed on straight, he almost thought about retaliating. His hand tingled with the reaction he hadn't fulfilled, grateful his mind gave two more seconds of thought before he so much as dared to lay a hand on his beloved wife. He shivered. How dare I even think to raise a hand against her, something so innocent and sweet as she is.
"How can you not be bothered by that, Jocelyn?" Alexander whirled in a rage, pulling his hands from her chest and shying away from her soft touch. "How can you not be angry that they only look to hurt you? Your spirit may not be broken, but that only gives them a reason to try harder."
Arthur stepped forward to try to yank Jocelyn away from Alexander, seeing that the hate hadn't entirely died out of his eyes. The young girl would not allow his hands to brush against her, pushing free from the guard with every attempt. Her will was strong. Jocelyn wasn't some infant slave any longer. The lion's den had become her home, and she had evolved from a mere piece of meat to a proud lioness. He saw it in her eyes then.
She's been growing before my eyes this whole time, and I have been too blind to see it. Even so...
"I do not want you to break before my eyes, you're as pale as porcelain and I feel you would shatter if let you go for an instant." Alexander reached for her hands again and placed them on his chest, but for a different purpose than to feel his heart. "My lungs, they're free of the webs which have cursed yours, and if you're too scared and I'm not there to give you ephedra, or find you pure air to breathe, the world will suffocate you, swallow you whole. You've been hidden from me for so long, treated like dirt, worse than that, and even with a title to your name and a husband who wears a crown, you are still not safe. Not unless I'm standing directly at your side to hold you in my arms. Don't you see it? Don't you see why I'm angry?"
Alexander gripped her hands, dropping to his knees on the brink of tears. He let go of her fragile and tiny hands for a second so that he could wrap his arms around her slender waist. For she was only one, small, girl in a world of giants and beasts. Her armor, though thick and battle hardened, was only just leather compared to the gold and bronze of the betters above her. She was no ready for the harsh world she'd been dragged into, even if she was a proud lion or a starry eyed savior.
The world is a terrible, horrible place.
"Jocelyn, I'm angry because my brother dares to think he can treat you this way, and I was unable to stop him. I'm angry because it's who I am, who he has taught me to be. Above all, I'm scared. I do not want to lose what is most precious to me in this world, because she stands before me with bruises in her eyes and I cannot tell if it is pride or a mask she shows me. Are you real? Can you truly be so strong already?" Alexander smiled once, confused and bewildered. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. He didn't know what to say to her. "Jocelyn McDowell, Jocelyn Blackwood, you are my wife. I do not want to see the world tear you down after placing you at my side."
He pressed his head to her stomach and pulled hard against her back, joining them in a tight embrace. She was so light, so soft even beneath his hard grip.
"I love you." He whispered. "And I could never bear to see you so taunted again. There was nothing I did to save you, and for that I am sorry. Forgive me, and take my love. I would give it to you all, now and forever."[/fieldbox]
"How can you not be bothered by that, Jocelyn?" Alexander whirled in a rage, pulling his hands from her chest and shying away from her soft touch. "How can you not be angry that they only look to hurt you? Your spirit may not be broken, but that only gives them a reason to try harder."
Arthur stepped forward to try to yank Jocelyn away from Alexander, seeing that the hate hadn't entirely died out of his eyes. The young girl would not allow his hands to brush against her, pushing free from the guard with every attempt. Her will was strong. Jocelyn wasn't some infant slave any longer. The lion's den had become her home, and she had evolved from a mere piece of meat to a proud lioness. He saw it in her eyes then.
She's been growing before my eyes this whole time, and I have been too blind to see it. Even so...
"I do not want you to break before my eyes, you're as pale as porcelain and I feel you would shatter if let you go for an instant." Alexander reached for her hands again and placed them on his chest, but for a different purpose than to feel his heart. "My lungs, they're free of the webs which have cursed yours, and if you're too scared and I'm not there to give you ephedra, or find you pure air to breathe, the world will suffocate you, swallow you whole. You've been hidden from me for so long, treated like dirt, worse than that, and even with a title to your name and a husband who wears a crown, you are still not safe. Not unless I'm standing directly at your side to hold you in my arms. Don't you see it? Don't you see why I'm angry?"
Alexander gripped her hands, dropping to his knees on the brink of tears. He let go of her fragile and tiny hands for a second so that he could wrap his arms around her slender waist. For she was only one, small, girl in a world of giants and beasts. Her armor, though thick and battle hardened, was only just leather compared to the gold and bronze of the betters above her. She was no ready for the harsh world she'd been dragged into, even if she was a proud lion or a starry eyed savior.
The world is a terrible, horrible place.
"Jocelyn, I'm angry because my brother dares to think he can treat you this way, and I was unable to stop him. I'm angry because it's who I am, who he has taught me to be. Above all, I'm scared. I do not want to lose what is most precious to me in this world, because she stands before me with bruises in her eyes and I cannot tell if it is pride or a mask she shows me. Are you real? Can you truly be so strong already?" Alexander smiled once, confused and bewildered. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. He didn't know what to say to her. "Jocelyn McDowell, Jocelyn Blackwood, you are my wife. I do not want to see the world tear you down after placing you at my side."
He pressed his head to her stomach and pulled hard against her back, joining them in a tight embrace. She was so light, so soft even beneath his hard grip.
"I love you." He whispered. "And I could never bear to see you so taunted again. There was nothing I did to save you, and for that I am sorry. Forgive me, and take my love. I would give it to you all, now and forever."[/fieldbox]
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