Waning Strength

Belle pursed her lips and swiftly snapped the compass closed. She had had enough of the pirate's games. Her eyes spoke all of the emotions she felt swirling violently within her, yet she could not find the proper words to express them all. Overwhelming fear, dangerous rage, slight intrigue, a lacking sense of safety, creeping sadness, a twinge of hope-- they welled behind her hazel eyes once again, speeding the beat of her heart and making her cling all the more to the slim chance that she would be held, protected in the arms of her husband for one more day.

"The tome will be yours," she said wearily, hoping to maintain a facade of strength that she knew was waning. "Shall I fetch it alone?"

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