[b][color=662d91]Roleplay:[/color][/b] Soulless Regency
[b][color=662d91]Date of post:[/color][/b] April 22, 2017
[b][color=662d91]Character:[/color][/b] Fyror Gallant Kildragon 
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[center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Almack’s
[color=DC143C]“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”[/color] 
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	Fyror looked down at Millicent with a warm smile as he held her petite frame in his arms. [color=DC143C]“And I too have greatly enjoyed your pleasant company, Miss Wyndham”[/color] he responded earnestly. He was honestly a bit disappointed that the dance was coming to end. Perhaps he should ask her for one more dance. Surely, she would not refuse him. 

	However, her next statement drained all the warmth and happiness from his face, and his arm instinctively tightened around her waist in a protective yet comforting manner. His head whipped to the side, following Millicent’s gaze, to find the cause of her sudden change in demeanor: Lord Rutherford. The tension that over took him was becoming all too familiar these days. His jaw clenched and his face hardened almost imperceptibly as he met the loathsome Earl’s gaze. Fyror’s gaze quickly returned to Millicent as he felt her slip from his grasp. He wanted to cry out in protest, and the look in his eyes pleaded with her to stay.

	But of course, Millicent did not stay with Fyror. Lord Rutherford had such a hold over her, something Fyror could not wrap his head around. What did that man have on her that would make her go back to him time and time again? His heart sank into his stomach and he felt sick as he watched them: the woman he felt a fondness for with the man who was destined to disgrace her. There was turmoil within him, a crude mixture of anger, protectiveness, frustration, and heartbreak. His gaze was laced with emotional pain, and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides. Yet for some reason, he found that he could not tear his gaze away from them. Or so he thought…

	When Lord Rutherford kissed Millicent, he could watch no longer. He ripped his gaze away and stormed out of the building as a desperate and violent urge to rip the two away from each other threatened to manifest itself. Now was not the time to lose his cool. It would only make things worse for Millicent. He pushed through the front doors and stepped outside, the air biting at his flushed face. The hardness in his demeanor caused some of the people standing just outside the entrance to Almack’s to scatter. He wanted to scream and cry out his frustration. He felt like he had terribly failed Millicent. He could not keep her safe from Lord Rutherford or give her anything more than fleeting happiness. 

	The truth of the matter was that sometimes he cared so deeply for people that it slowly killed him inside.