The water softly trickled down the statue, its gentle sound shaming the turmoil in the mind of the lady who sat by it. The lights on the castle walls shined, their brightness reflecting off the water and casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the ripples. It was a scene of perfect and continuous tranquility, yet Gwen's thoughts were anything but serene.
How could she be in love with Alexander?! She could not! The thought was absurd - impossible! Yet, no matter how vehemently she denied it, a deeper part of her, buried beneath layers of fabrics and repudiation, knew the truth. Her body betrayed her, responding to the mere thought of him with a tightening in her thighs and a warmth that spread like fire through her veins. Her heart slammed, sure of the knowledge she was so desperate to reject. Realization was a fist to her midsection.
