Your deepest desires

The region of Ruthenia seemed to partially settle down with the snow-mixed rain as The Villagers rejoiced. With the founding of their beloved chief's daughter, people gathered outside the tents. Pallets of food were served as they then sat--among them was the chief, his daughters and the never expected visitor.

The two beauties stood to the left of their father, head low, their manner etched with respect as the general and their father sat. Bogdan Petrov. The grey-haired man, a past warrior with his fair share of encounters with wars made him paranoid as he kept that part of him hidden from his daughter, Eleanor & Olga.

He given them the best of everything, education, livelihood, you name it. Especially with the death of his late wife, their mother, Roxanna.

A rare beauty who he met during war. Roxanna was a physician--she treated the injured and expected nothing in return. This was one of the times where he was ambushed by enemy men. Cold, laying in the muddy nightmare like a dying prey as hope vanished by the seconds.

Oh God! a feminine voice pierced the air. He looked in her direction, gazing at the angel of a woman, how she sprinted to him in sheer desperation, his eyes then flickered shut.

The woman treated his wound and soon fell in love with his chivalry. The two made a striking pair as the village cherished both their chief and his wife.

When Eleanor was born, the people erupted in joy. The years followed by were joyous. Then Roxanna fell pregnant once again. The news spread like wildfire.

The chief grazed at his tensed jaw, as he remembered the night the midwives rushed into his wife's quarter. His heart hammered against his ribs with every passing second as he watched the physicians coming in and out in a panic.

Alarmed, he stormed in without a care. Inside the physicians all halted as Petrov's gaze fell to his wife, his Roxanna. Under the dimly lit room--she laid there like a fallen angle, golden locks cascading her nimble frame as her rosy lips parted with every weakened breath.

His eyes then went to the soft cooing of an infant, gently wrapped by a damp cloth. He strode to her, gazing at the physician, at his child.

You have a healthy girl my sire... the physician's motherly voice came out--though his eyes were to Roxanna and only to her.

He brushed his thumb against her feverish skin, blue orbs locking in with the honey orbs which he adored.

"R-Roxanna"...

Petrov... a whisper broke from her as he trailed his hands along hers, intertwining them like a puzzle found.

He knew this was a goodbye...

Petrov... she gave his hand a final squeeze, her eyes then fluttered closed. Petrov cried, begged, bargained with nightly prayers yet nothing could bring her back, at least not in this lifetime.

When the same man heard the missing of his daughter, Eleanor, he felt the same helpless feeling, that same raw desperation of trying to bring back what he couldn't.

Petrov's eyes then flickered to the young man in uniform, beyond grateful.

Ah...General Vyacheslav... what an honor for us to meet in this time of the year. Petrov's voice came out hoarse.

Vyacheslav tilted his head to his words, great of an honor for me as well to meet the both the chief... his eyes flickered to Eleanor, at her graceful face.

Olga slightly looked at her sister, restraining a chuckle. His eyes were fixated on Eleanor as she felt the need to give him a glance, she did and that made her breath stagger. His hunter blues were glued to her, not in a malicious way--though it suggested something else.

He then stripped his gaze away from her. -And his daughter...

The breeze made the edge of her veil flutter; she holds on to it*

silent fell as Petrov's knowing eyes flickered between both his daughter and the young general, a quiet understanding washed over him.

He cleared his throat, "perhaps... stay for few days?" Eleanor's throat closed up as she let out few desperate coughs.

The men both turned to her, so did her sister. "Eleanor, my dear, are you okay?" Petrov's voice came out concerned. She nodded, "Yes father, I just... need to rest" she dipped in to a graceful bow, father... she then slightly turned to the general, general...

With that, she walked off>>>>>>>>>>>