Chapter 3 -Eleanora
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She woke up to the sunlight from the windows clouding her sight, a palm raising slowly to block it all out. Warmth radiated from her side as she looked to see Kieran, his arm slung lazily around her waist, his head nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder. She sighed in frustration before trying to pull away from his grasp, the remnants of last nights events pooling in her mind. Last night had been…different. His anger at her absence causing a heat to pool between her legs. That had always been her weakness with him…the dominance he showed whenever that temper was let loose, the aggression in his movements, the force…she had missed that side of him dearly. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, quite the opposite in fact, but he had just grown so…soft. Ever since the incident…he was never the same. Who would be, the loss of a child an event that transforms a parent forever, but while she chose to release the grief and pain on others, Kieran chose to inflict it on himself.
She sat up, the sheets falling from around her waist, exposing her naked torso, the sun kissing her skin effortlessly. She got up walking out to the bathroom to shower, her skin feeling dirty for some reason. The door to the bathroom swung open at her touch, a gasp escaping her lips at the sight before her. There, lying warped and mangled on the floor, lay her victim from the night before, his open eyes now hollow as he stared off into the empty space before him. She backed into the wall, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around her. ‘Not a wall’ she thought, as Kierans fingers toyed lightly at her sides. His voice cold and unwavering as he spoke.
“I warned you. I smelled him on you the moment you got home. You were careless last night my love.” He leaned in closer, smelling my skin, his teeth grazing against my skin. “I have always cleaned up the messes you made, never given you grief about the pile of bodies that have been lined up over the centuries, and yet you leave me, after I save you from another, purely to find the embrace of another man, ripping his heart from his chest as you have done mine. No more, Eleanora. Last night was a chance for honesty, for trust, and you gave me nothing. I had hoped we could save what was left of this marriage, centuries together, now meaningless. I will leave the home to you, but know this, I hope that this was all worth it, because it has now cost you the one man who stayed by your side throughout it all.” Her face paled at his words, this was not her Kieran…her Kieran would never do something as savage as this. He would never leave her, not after so long.
She turned to follow his form out, the shower long forgotten as she called after him. “You can’t leave me! You said yourself we’ve been through too much together, and how can you blame this on me claiming carelessness!? At least I have the guts to kill without shame, without grief. You, on the other hand, have become a coward. You kill and you kill meanwhile every death is filled with some sob story! And in the end it means nothing! I take the lives I do for her! In her name!” With those final words, it was as if something in Kieran snapped. He turned to face me, storming over as a hand gripped her throat tightly, lifting her effortlessly into the air as he pressed her to the wall, his eyes, once a beautiful forest green, now black with hatred. “Don’t you dare put this on her! Our daughter was a gift to this world, the perfect blend of both you and I, she had the kindness I lacked…and the laughter you once held so precious. She was our most joyous blessing in our string of eternity…and you killed her. You killed our little girl to feed that insatiable thirst you have for bloodshed, I may have turned my hatred on myself Eleanora, but I had a right to do so. I fell for, and stayed beside, the mother of my child, the mother who took the life of their child to fulfill a damned prophecy claimed by witches WHO THOUGHT ME DEAD! Do you fail to see the lack of logic in where you put your trust!?” He flung her to the ground, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch what little air she could. ‘So this is what he’s thought of me’ she thought, intrigued. All these years and he’d held such loathing towards her. Perhaps they truly were meant to be with one another for eternity. Their growing hatred for one another rivaling that of enemy kingdoms. ‘And yet,’ she thought ‘I will not let him leave me. I may have killed our child, but he’ll never know why. The prophecy was never fully explained to him, nor was his role in it.’ She glared up at him, the venom in her own voice dripping with each word.
“You walk out that door Kieran, and I won’t be waiting when you come back. You want to see a pile of bodies then so be it. But every bit of blood that I shed from your departure will be on your hands, and yes, I killed our child, but you left her in my care, knowing what the prophecy foretold. You are just as much to blame for her death as I am…maybe even moreso.” She stood, a hand coming forward as if to slap him, before he caught her hand in his grasp, twisting it backwards as a cry of agony was forced from her lips. This was definitely not her Kieran. In all their time together he had never raised a hand to her, never hurt her. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. For the first time in the entirety of their time together, she was afraid of her husband and the lengths he would go to now…
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