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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 2:24:18 GMT
Manus Ó Rodagh starred at the letter from Peadar O'Cahan to his wife. That bastard! How dare he try to turn Manus's wife against him and try to convince her to go back to that hell hole. A growl erupted from deep within his chest and he crumpled up the letter, then proceeded to toss it into the hearth fire. He'd be damned if his wife would even read that bull shit. She was his, and there was no way in hell he was letting her go back to Linlea. Rage burned inside of him as he stormed out of the main sitting room of the estate and slammed open the door to his wife's chambers where he spotted her talking to a servant. But not just any servant; a male servant. "You!" he barked and grabbed the man before he could scurry away. He literally tossed him out of the room. "How dare you touch her or speak to her. She is above you," he growled at the man before he slammed the door to his wife's bedchamber shut and rounded on her. "Your brother," he growled. "How long have you been writing to that little rat?" He knew he should have killed that little bastard before he'd brought Payton to Stathford.
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Post by Payton Blayre Ó Rodagh on Aug 26, 2014 2:35:22 GMT
Payton had returned to her bedchamber just as one of the male servants had been finishing tidying up her room. Not that it needed much help, but they liked to add their little touches to everything. Before he could leave she’d stopped the man to talk to him about getting her husband a present of some kind, and had been asking if the lad might arrange for her to speak to a blacksmith. Which, of course, was when her husband stormed into her bedchambers. She took a step back, her eyes wide with surprise as he grabbed the servant and forcibly removed him from her room before slamming the door behind him. “Manny…” she would start, only to have him cut her off and start questioning her about her brother and how long she’d been writing to him. Fear would flash through her eyes, causing a sort of pain to lance through her chest before she composed herself, “I haven’t written him a single letter, Manny, I swear,” she would say to him, her blue eyes wide and pleading as if she was begging him not to be angry with her. She wondered where this might be coming from, though she figured he must have found one of the letters that Peadar had written to her. “Why would I write to him?” she would ask with a tilt of her head, trying to make him understand that she would never do such a thing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 2:56:21 GMT
He glared at his wife when she denied ever having written to her brother. He didn't believe that, considering what he'd read in the letter from Peadar. "Oh, I don't know," he snapped. "Maybe because there was a letter from him begging you to come back to Linlea," he growled. The fear in her eyes had made him feel powerful, and he loved to feel like that. He heaved a heavy sigh, one that wasn't very real, but he was good at putting on a front. He strode across the room and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Payton," he said in his best mock-loving tone. "You are my wife, and I don't want you to keep things from me, sweetie. But Linlea is not your home anymore, Stathford is. Your brother needs to realize this, and I hope that you already do. I already lost one wife because her family convinced her that I wasn't good enough for her," he said, putting as much pain as he could manage into his tone. He really was a hell of an actor. He lifted his hand from her shoulder and cupped her chin in as tender of a gesture as he could manage, doing his best to keep his facial expression gentle. "I need you, Pay baby," he said softly. Of course, he didn't really mean any of this. In fact he was lying through his teeth, but again..he was damn good at it.
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Post by Payton Blayre Ó Rodagh on Aug 26, 2014 3:34:54 GMT
Upon hearing him snap at her she would frown, her bottom lip sticking out just slightly as her chin began to tremble, “I…” she would start, only to quiet as he moved across the room towards her. She would flinch when he reached his hand out, though she didn’t really think that he would strike her; it was just habit. He would let out a low gasp of relief when he merely placed his hand on her shoulder before speaking to her in a loving tone, her heart breaking when he said that he didn’t want her to keep things from him. Her heart would ache viciously when he spoke about already having lost one wife, only to go on to say that he needed her. When he cupped her chin she would close her eyes for a moment, his gentle touch a welcome distraction from the guilt he was making her feel. Eventually she would open her eyes and move to wrap her arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry, Manny,” she would whisper into his neck, closing her eyes tightly once again. “I was just so scared that you would…s-send me back,” she would admit, clutching him just a little bit tighter. “Peadar…he’s been sending me letters for awhile but I swear I haven’t sent one back to him,” she would admit, anxiety tearing at her stomach as she hoped that he wouldn’t react negatively, “I thought that if you kn-new that he wanted m-me back there that you would send me a-away,” she would say, stammering occasionally. “I just don’t want to leave you, I love you,” she would finish.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 3:53:07 GMT
He really hated that she called him Manny all the time. It got on his nerves and he clenched his jaw even now as she called him that. When she wrapped her arms around his neck he would pat her gently and awkwardly on the back. "Heey. Baby, no. I would never send you back there. You belong here at Stathford. You're my wife, and the Marchioness of Stathford. This is your home and where you belong. So long as I am alive, I promise you will never have to go back to Linlea," he said. Of course, what she didn't know was that this was him being selfish, jealous, and possessive. She was his, damnit, and there was no way in hell Peadar was going to take her from him. He needed to look in to what it would take to silence the man. Especially if he decided to take matters into his own hands when Payton continued to ignore his letters. He leaned back a bit and brought his head down so he could kiss her possessively before he pulled back. "Cheer up, baby," he said in his best "tender" tone; because God those tears were annoying, as was the way she stuttered when she was upset.
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Post by Payton Blayre Ó Rodagh on Aug 26, 2014 14:50:47 GMT
When he promised that she would never have to go back to Linlea she would emit a low sigh of relief, the anxiety in her stomach dissipating as she realized that he wasn't going to be angry with her and that he wasn't going to send her back. She'd been plagued with that worry for a long time, especially when he spoke about how hard it had been for him to marry her; he being a Marquess and her father having been an Earl. When he kissed her she didn't take it as a possessive action, she felt more that he thought it would make her feel better about everything, and to be honest it did. He always seemed to be able to help her on an emotional level; he just always knew what to do or say. It was part of the reason why she loved him so much. When he told her to cheer up she would offer him a smile, shifting to press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back slightly, "I love you so much, Manny," she would murmur, adoration filling her eyes as she looked at him. Of course she had no idea that it would probably irritate him that she was not only telling him so often, but that she was calling him Manny. She genuinely thought that he liked the nickname as he'd never told her otherwise.
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