Post by Lillian Gray on Sept 30, 2014 12:26:05 GMT -6
In the comfort of friends, family, Alexander did something he hadn't in a long time. He wept. At first it was nothing more than the trembling of his shoulders, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay, but as Jocelyn's grip grew around his hand he could hardly contain the emotions bursting from his chest.
"I love her." He said to no one in particular. "I'll kill him, he doesn't deserve to be King."
Alexander stayed knelt at her side listening to the horrible gasps coming from her lips, it was terrifying and sick. He couldn't even be angry with how worried he was, but his brother would pay in due time. A man could not attempt what Alexander considered murder and simply walk free. William knew, he knew about Jocelyn's asthma yet he invited her to a soiree filled with thick smoke. It was no wonder she'd felt so ill, it was the cigars! To submit her to the torture of trying to breathe, something so insanely human, Alexander was furious beneath the worrisome face.
The doctor returned to check on her, pleased to some degree that her wheezing wasn't as violent as before. It had still been so long, going on the fifth hour. Was it strange to say the group was becoming used to the desperate sounds of her lungs? Alexander was still as stone at her side, with Arthur watching over him like a hawk. The only motion was the pacing of the doctor from room to room at various times. There was little he could do but watch until her lungs finally allowed her to breathe.
"Where's Hannah?" Alexander finally asked. "Arthur, if you've the time, make sure she's alright."
It was the only command he'd spoken thus far. His friends could not suffer the wrath of his brother so long as he was alive, he wouldn't let William touch them. Hannah was the last of his close circle of which he hadn't seen, and she'd not be used against them for any reason.
William may not have intended, but the one act of treason was war in Alexander's eyes.
"I love her." He said to no one in particular. "I'll kill him, he doesn't deserve to be King."
Alexander stayed knelt at her side listening to the horrible gasps coming from her lips, it was terrifying and sick. He couldn't even be angry with how worried he was, but his brother would pay in due time. A man could not attempt what Alexander considered murder and simply walk free. William knew, he knew about Jocelyn's asthma yet he invited her to a soiree filled with thick smoke. It was no wonder she'd felt so ill, it was the cigars! To submit her to the torture of trying to breathe, something so insanely human, Alexander was furious beneath the worrisome face.
The doctor returned to check on her, pleased to some degree that her wheezing wasn't as violent as before. It had still been so long, going on the fifth hour. Was it strange to say the group was becoming used to the desperate sounds of her lungs? Alexander was still as stone at her side, with Arthur watching over him like a hawk. The only motion was the pacing of the doctor from room to room at various times. There was little he could do but watch until her lungs finally allowed her to breathe.
"Where's Hannah?" Alexander finally asked. "Arthur, if you've the time, make sure she's alright."
It was the only command he'd spoken thus far. His friends could not suffer the wrath of his brother so long as he was alive, he wouldn't let William touch them. Hannah was the last of his close circle of which he hadn't seen, and she'd not be used against them for any reason.
William may not have intended, but the one act of treason was war in Alexander's eyes.
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