Girtam laid in the furs in silence, an arm tucked under Tyree’s head. The fingers of his other hand twirled a silky lock of her white hair around his fingers thoughtfully. His thoughts were of Zarra, of course. Why could he not keep her out of his mind? He glanced down at the she elf in his furs and frowned lightly. He cared deeply for Tyree and took comfort in her touch, but still he wanted Zarra.
Though it had been a good 7 turns of the season since they Recognized, he still felt drawn to her. His every being still yearned to feel her touch. However, when he touched her mind the loathing she had towards him left him sick to his stomach. She’ll learn to love me... I will not stop till she is my lifemate. He told himself that so many times. Yet here he was... Without Zarra.
His good eye gazed up at the ceiling. Yet here was Tyree. She was his lovemate. He never understood why she stayed with him. She could have a better relationship with someone else. Many of the elves in the colony looked down on their relationship. They thought him callous and unloving.
"They don’t see what I see within the walls of this room," she told him once, when he was all upset over HighGloss and Redspire confronting him on his treatment of Tyree. "There is tenderness to you that none of them could ever understand."
He looked down at the lovely creature in his arms again and sighed. Now there was Zhen. He had gifted Zarra with a beautiful necklace. He could see how Zarra looked at the elder, and just the thought filled him with anger. She was his! No other! Recognition had deemed it so. Even Raye and Freisoll had lifemated!
Girtam closed his eyes and breathed deeply to calm his anger. It would upset Tyree if she found him upset. She was right, he had her and Zarra was going about her own life. He should be happy for Zarra, really he should, but that side of him just won’t let go.
The hunter reached up a hand and brushed at the white silky locks, pushing them out of her face and behind her ear. I’m sorry Tyree, he thought to himself. He reached to gently take one of her hands in his and drew it to his lips. It was a soft kiss of apology. I’m sorry Tyree... I cannot love you... He almost left the thought to that, but something deep in his mind pushed forward another word. Yet.
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