"Impossible, you dare lie to me again!? You've ran from me, why?"
Leinhart confused and tricked, maybe. Hallucinations running through him, blotting truth from falsity. His mind projecting the image of his wife, the woman of his life and to him, he's found her. He released her shoulder, his face dropped and saddened, black silk hair falling over him. She did not want his love back, his worldmeant nothing to her. All he's given, thrown away and lost in time. Almost ten years, now.
"Why? What have I done to hurt you, this much?"
Her scent brought him back days he ruled the castle and choisel manor. Her beautiful face only reminded him more, the pain she caused him all the agony from unknowing truth. He lifted and furrowed thin slick brows at the woman, all this she spoke, it was new to him - this life he was so unfamiliar with, was it all when she left him? Misguided by lies and darkened hatred he stared into her gems reaching a soft milky hand offering her him again. They could be together like old, happily ever after.