She was angry. But she wasn't angry at Fearghas. She was angry with Cullen and angry at the situation she was in. A captive of the Lagoon, a place she loathed, but had been made better by her blossoming relationship with Fearghas since her arrival. She still remembers the day she met him, awkward as he was. All legs, beaming with pride. She missed those days. They were carefree. Simple.
It had been a year now and once again she ended up in the Falls to escape the swamp but this time she left with purpose. She was escaping to be away from all of it. Even now, she missed Fearghas and wished she could explain why she left, but the emotion of the situation drove her away from that dreadful place. She oozed with frustration of her predicament that she couldn't just leave. She was a prisoner, vessel, even as far as Cullen was concerned. A vessel with simple one job: to serve at the pleasure of the stallion who claimed her, or worse, to Cullen himself.
She could feel the tears well in her eyes but she quickly quelled them, dragging in a shakey breath. She averted her gaze from the lush grasses of the Falls to the Fall itself. The sounds of the bubbling waters filled her for a moment, granting her a stolen moment of peace in the chaos. She'd find a way out. She'd find a solution. Kendry was right. She would not bow to the hateful golden stallion. Even if it shattered her. |