Thread: Rescueing Montague: A 7th Sea Romance (darkangel76 & doom)

Re Rescueing Montague A 7th Sea Romance darkangel76 doo Alexandria hurried outside. Though no one seemed to take notice of her as she made her way across the crowded room. It was times like these that she was glad to have Sorte blood coursing through her veins. As she made her way toward the door, she wondered how far behind her Valroix would be. She tried to move quickly so as to give him the distance she was sure he craved as they left the inn. She didnt want him to have to worry about being seen with someone he deemed an elitist, too good for any and everyone. It was so far from how she viewed herself, from how she wanted to be viewed. And the fact that this man saw her like that after those dreams she had it was too much. Pushing her hood back, revealing her face, Alexandria waited for Valroix to met her outside. She didnt have to wait long. Once he was by her side, he opened the door to their carriage and gestured for her to get in as a proper gentleman would. She gave him a small nod and entered the carriage, taking a seat and heaving a small sigh. Valroix wasted no time. The moment he sat down and situated himself within the carriage, he began to speak. He told Alexandria a bit about his past, beginning by saying that he truly felt himself to be the worst sort of man. Almost instantly, Alexandrias pale eyes went wide. She felt her muscles tense, her temperature rise and she was sure that he could hear the loud thumping of her heart as it beat loudly beneath her breast. Valroix was explaining himself. Surely for him to feel the need to do so meant that he didnt think of her in the way she had originally thought. And that comforted her. As she listened to him speak, his words eventually drifting to that of Monica, the name hed called her the night before. Monica had been his lover, someone so very dear to him. She could see that plainly. It was all coming clear. Alexandria felt a heavy sadness suddenly squeeze on her heart. Something inside her screamed at her to go to Valroix, to hold him, soothe him. To pet at his hair and whisper calming words into his ear, those dreams of him becoming more and more vivid. Suddenly, Valroix lost it. The tears hed managed to hold back as he spoke finally falling, streaking his cheeks as they did so. Alexandria could no longer stand it. That little niggling voice, the one reminding her of the dreams, the one that was incessantly screaming at her, told her what she needed to do. Without hesitation, Alexandria shifted herself within the carriage so that rather than sitting across from Valroix she sat next to him. She gently touched his arm, wanting to hold him, but resisting the urge. Sir, only a man of honor would have fought the way you did against my brother. Alexandrias voice was ever so soft, a mere caress. He hardly fought fair and even with the odds against your favor, you never once sunk to his level. She paused a moment, moving her hand from his arm to his cheek. You freed me of him. Ill be forever grateful for that. And Ill forever see you for the brave and honorable man I know you are. She meant every word she said. She knew that given her brothers standing and her familys wealth and status no man would dare attempt such a task. But this man did and it touched her deeply. Its a pity you do not see that.