The castle walls were cold from the breeze that blew off the ocean. Nadine wrapped her soft grey sweater more tightly and made her way back to the front courtyard. Even in the weather she spent most her time outside, watching the road, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. It had been like this for a month now. Her belly had not grown any larger but she was starting to crave certain treats and such. She smiled thinking of the creamy peach concoction the kitchen maid had prepared last night. Her mouth watered as she sat on the driftwood and starred not at the ocean, but at the road.
Her eyes began to burn, and all thoughts of food fled.
If only she could tell Scar that she loved him. It wouldn't change anything. Or would it? She would never know. Her fate had been sealed.
Perhaps it had been sealed since her mother died, Sealed by her father's love of drink since that time? Or maybe she had been blessed to be happy for a brief time and now it was only fair to get back to shitty days and sad lonely nights.
She had only recently discovered there were worse things than being lonely, but still it didn't quell the ache in her heart. Some mornings she awoke expecting to feel rich faux fur and silk bed sheets, the husky mumblings of his morning voice as he teased her floating over the savory smells from the kitchen.
A vexation came over her. Hatred for men of all kinds boiled her blood as tears brimmed her cheeks and ran over; Chilling her already stinging cheeks.
Oh how she hated to be alone, and how she hated to have known the feeling to be forgotten and then returned. Self pity lay heavy over her like a weighted blanket as the wind whipped her hair this way and that. She hadn't noticed the weather go from bad to worse. She stood to go in and wiped her eyes dry as she sniffled and turned. She looked back over her shoulder.
Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw somthing among the waves. She was just beginning to doubt her self when she caught another glimpse of it.
Standing on tip toes she shielded her eyes from the rain and made her way closer to the waters edge. There was a large piece of driftwood, and clinging to the wood was a man.