“Yes, my love?” Sir Travis looked down into her eyes, his were a piercing, icy blue; so different from Edward’s.
“I…” Why could she not say it? Finally she blurted out the words. “I cannot marry you.”
A look of surprise crossed his face. “Why ever not?” he exclaimed,
“Because I promised to wait for another; even if it took a lifetime.”
“Who is this man who has so stolen your heart?”
“Why would you care?”
“Because I care for you,” Travis said with faked sincerity.
“His name is Edward.” Eleanor spoke softly. Edward. That name that had played itself over in her mind a thousand times since the time he left. His image was engraved in her mind, still a beacon of hope that she would see him again.
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“A few months ago.” She paused, then started walking away.
“Then farewell, Lady Eleanor,” he replied, “But I wouldn’t count on your Edward coming back.”
Eleanor turned, fire burning in her eyes. “Sir Travis, you are no longer welcome here. You may go.”
With that, and with a swish of her skirts, she disappeared inside.
~ ~ ~
Eleanor’s father was sitting in his study when a knock came on the door.
“Come in,” he said.
Sir Travis entered. “Sir, I hope I have not disturbed you.”
“No, not at all. What is it you want to see me about?”
“Do you know…” Travis paused, “Someone named Edward?”
“Edward? Aye, I do. How do you know of him, Sir Travis?”
“I saw him with your daughter earlier today. When I asked her about it, she simply said that his name was Edward.”
“What? He was with Eleanor?” The elder man stood, “Why, that man is a thief. He stole a ring, and then, because Eleanor begged me to, I did not press charges. Edward--” he stopped and shook his head, “If you see him again tell me directly.”
“Yes, sir,” Sir Travis bowed and exited the room. His plans were beginning to come together.
To be continued….