Greed: Part 5

Chapter Five: A Love Grown Cold

The halls were draped in bitter shade,

Where warmth once bloomed, now love decayed.

A silent war, a severed thread,

A vow once bright now left for dead.

Lucian walked with hardened gaze,

His heart a maze of frozen haze.

The world around him dimmed and blurred,

For trust was cracked by whispered word.

He spoke no more of tender things,

No longer soft, no golden strings.

A fleeting glance, a passing breath,

Each step he took a march toward death.

Not death of flesh, nor blood in vein,

But love’s slow fall, its withered pain.

For though his chest still bore its ache,

His pride refused to let it break.

Eleanor watched with quiet dread,

For all had changed, though none had said.

A touch once light, now brushed away,

A love once near, now gone astray.

She met his eyes—a fleeting chance,

But found no spark, no knowing glance.

“My lord,” she tried, her voice so low,

“What shadow makes your spirit woe?”

No answer came, no gentle word,

Just silence sharp—a dagger heard.

She stepped in close, her fingers thin,

Yet felt the air grow cold within.

A distance vast—a chasm wide,

A love once warm now cast aside.

Still, Eleanor, though proud and true,

Refused to bow, refused to rue.

She lifted high her chin so fair,

And stood her ground despite despair.

“If I have wronged, then let me know,

If I have sinned, then name my woe.”

Lucian turned, his stance was grim,

A fire burned but not for him.

He did not shake, he did not sway,

Yet words of ice were cast her way.

“You ask too much, you feign surprise,

As though your lips have spun no lies.”

Eleanor stiffened, breath held tight,

A battle waged within the night.

“What lies, my lord? I swear them none.

I’ve spoken truth since we were one.”

Yet in his hands, he held the proof,

A book of ink, a tale uncouth.

Letters forged, yet dressed so well,

A trick so sharp it masked its spell.

“They say you wed for gold alone,

That love was not a seed you’d sown.”

Her lips fell still, her pulse ran thin,

A tide of rage began within.

For though she knew the words untrue,

His doubt had made his judgment skew.

The castle halls, once rich with song,

Now echoed cold, so still, so wrong.

No gentle laughs, no quiet cheer,

Just fleeting steps where ghosts appear.

Eleanor tried—oh, how she tried,

Yet every plea was cast aside.

Where once his gaze had found her fair,

Now only ice was waiting there.

She watched him go, his steps like lead,

As if he wished their vows were dead.

Yet though her heart was bruised and sore,

She would not beg, would not implore.

For love, if true, will find its way,

And lies will falter in the fray.

Yet in the night, where silence fell,

Selene had laughed—a sound from hell.

For though her lips spoke sorrow’s call,

She’d laid the trap, she’d watched him fall.

“Let doubt now rule, let love decay,

And may his trust just waste away.”

But fate is cruel, and truth still waits,

For lies may twist, but not escape.

And though his heart now turned to frost,

Not all was gone, not all was lost.

For somewhere deep, beyond the pain,

A love still fought—a spark remained.

A tale of love, now torn apart,

Where trust is lost, but truth still starts.

Yet lies, though strong, will meet their end,

And fate will twist what hearts intend.

But can love bloom in frozen ground?

Or is it lost, no more to sound?

To be continued

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