This prompt is very open. "I didn't know it at the time...." Which makes it rather hard to write. I chose to use characters I already have and that I love. It's short, but I like the moment.
I Didn't Know It Then
I didn't know it when I first looked at him that it would end here. I had been helping out a new friend. That was it. But he'd walked into the room and I lost my breath. He was beautiful. It's not a word I use much for a man but it was the case for him. Distinguished, lithe, powerful, and with a look of bridled pain in his eyes. I knew, of course, what had happened to his husband. We all did. The first king. The one they'd found dead on their doorstep. But it seems that even his sister couldn't drag him from his suffering 100 years later.
I was young. I'm still young, I think. But then I was just a child. I never thought he'd look at me the way I looked at him. I was in worn out jeans from Walmart. I was loud and brash. I was a good fighter who could offer little else. But still, he smiled at me. Pledged himself to me in such a short time. And I let him. I didn't know it then. That I'd be standing here. There is no alter. We don't show our love like that. But I am in a gown. It's a wine red, his favorite color on me, and he's looking at me as if the world turns around me. I didn't know it. But I'm glad I didn't.
I Didn't Know It Then
I didn't know it when I first looked at him that it would end here. I had been helping out a new friend. That was it. But he'd walked into the room and I lost my breath. He was beautiful. It's not a word I use much for a man but it was the case for him. Distinguished, lithe, powerful, and with a look of bridled pain in his eyes. I knew, of course, what had happened to his husband. We all did. The first king. The one they'd found dead on their doorstep. But it seems that even his sister couldn't drag him from his suffering 100 years later.
I was young. I'm still young, I think. But then I was just a child. I never thought he'd look at me the way I looked at him. I was in worn out jeans from Walmart. I was loud and brash. I was a good fighter who could offer little else. But still, he smiled at me. Pledged himself to me in such a short time. And I let him. I didn't know it then. That I'd be standing here. There is no alter. We don't show our love like that. But I am in a gown. It's a wine red, his favorite color on me, and he's looking at me as if the world turns around me. I didn't know it. But I'm glad I didn't.
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