Maegan does not forgive

“Uuuugh! what are they doing?!” Maegan protested from the darkness.

Christopher chuckled, the rhythmic banging coming from the room above, evidence that while Maegan did not seem willing to entertain her husband’s affections. Her mother had no such reservations and even the knowledge that they had company did not seem discourage the pair.

“Duncan says they are at it all the time” she protested, “He even thinks they might be trying for another baby! Fancy that at their age”

“Fancy that” Christopher agreed, with humour more than actual agreement.

“Your laughing at me!” she accused.

“Not at you” he reasoned, watching as her silhouette shuffled in the bed and eventually sat up “I just think its nice they still enjoy each others company… besides I hope I can still keep going that long at his age”  he chuckled.

“It’s disgusting” she decided.

There was to be no reasoning with her. “Come back to bed” he urged catching hold of her wrist before she left it completely.

“get off me” she hissed pulling away.

His stomach sank, he ad been half hoping she was starting to forgive him but the venom in her eye’s showed she was infact fall from it. She may have stopped making a scene publicly but she wasn’t ready to truly forgive him either.  “Maegan please forgive me” he begged, “I know I hurt you but I can’t change it”

“No” she retorted “I will never forgive you”

“I love you” he promised.

“I don’t care…. I don’t love you anymore” she decided “You don’t deserve it.  Alith says that if you where her husband she’d have you neutered, im not sure what that is but it sounds painful”

“Maegan… please…”

“No I hate you, I wish you were dead!” she  growled “I will never let you touch me again”

“Im your husband” he pleaded.

“I don’t care… if you want me you’ll have to force me and I will scream and fight the whole time”

“I would never force you” he reasoned

“Then you shall never have me” she hissed, storming towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To see Amynta she loves me!”  Meagan hissed.

Letting her go Christopher nodded, there was no point pleading any further she was upset and angry some time with her horse would calm her.

However after lying awake for several hours she didn’t return. Venturing down to the stables his stomach lurched to find them empty Meagan and her horse gone.

A sensible man may have thought clearly enough to go and fetch help, call lar’s the sept get ever werewolf in the area looking for her but instead of thinking clearly he simply grabbed his horse, jumping on to his back saddleless he blazed down the trail after her.

He was certain she’d stick to the road, Maegan was a confident and able rider but she wouldn’t risk her horse going off road in the dark so following as quickly as he dared he made haste.

Reaching the fork in the road there was only two ways, one lead deeper into the mountains towards Darkfire the other towards Grimstead. Pausing momentarily he considered the options. It was dark she was upset but it made no sense to think she’d gone deeper into the mountains … she had no friends in Darkfire she knew no-one bar a few scant acquaintances. Grimstead was a much more likely option Anya’s home was a fair distance from here but he was sure that was the way she would head.

It was quite some time but eventually coming around the bend by the river her heard her cry it wasn’t a pained cry just a sad one.

Slowing his horse he took the bend gently, to his left the sheer 100 feet drop into the river.  “Megs” he called. “You alright?”

Peering into the gloom he could just about make out that was dismounted. “Go away” she sobbed “Leave me alone I hate you”

“Megs its not safe for you out here” he reasoned, but didn’t hear the answer. There was a sudden noise, the twang of a bow being loosed followed by a sudden pressure in the chest that knocked him clean from his horse but it was all too late when he realized his fall was not simply to the floor but straight off the cliff into the river below.