3WW #2

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.Each week, Bone will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.

This week's words are:
Carriage
Silent
Haste

His carriage was aristocratic and proud, and at the same time gentle and seemly. He brought to mind that careless summer she spent in seclusion studying the nuances of her identity. She thought of him so often, but forced the memories from her mind with the reality of her station. His smile was warm and as he came toward her she realized he hadn't recognized her.

She had a choice to make. Her heart cried out to greet him and glance into his eyes to see if their silent communication would stir his heart into remembrance of that time. Her head, the more practical lady, assured her that nothing good would happen that would endure. He was destined for greatness, but could not attain his station with her at his side. Together, their destiny would be a different one from the one his upbringing had prepared him for all of his life. She knew he loved her, but she couldn't allow him to give up on his destiny, even though with all of her heart, she longed to be at his side.

The darkness of the gentleman who accompanied her love reminded her of that stark reality. For his own good and the greater good of her country, she turned and walked away, her heart shattering into a million tiny pieces bound up by the fact that far greater good would come of his leadership and strength than the good that would come as simply her husband.

A touch to her shoulder startled her as she hurried along the corridor to the sanctuary her studio had become in the years following those few precious months at his side. She turned to face the man she loved and feared in the same heartbeat. With a glance she knew she had not been a foolish school girl in love with an unreachable star. He loved her too. Had she made her decision in haste? He assured her that his station was nothing if she were not at his side. She was the one who had taught him how to really follow his passions, no matter what society, or family, or friends said. She taught him how a someone who was born not belonging could find it. He had been different all of his life with this destiny planned out before he was even born. Yet, this is where he belonged, and nothing would change it. He couldn't fulfill his destiny if in fact she remained elusive to him. She had made him. He needed her. And he knew it.