The first time she smiled, it broke his heart. He numbly pinned the brooch to her throat, internally screaming.
Her sapphire eyes were shining and her lips had only lifted a millimeter at most. But, she was smiling. He hated that he was the reason why.
There were things to do, wars to fight, people to kill. People who could have stood in the same position they were in. Close, barely touching, breaths mingling in the chilly night.
It’s a perfectly valid question (for her), but he hears the silent condemnation reflected from the wretched, guilt-ridden mess that is his heart.