The Cruelty of Fate

He was a very elegant man. Desired by many woman. But only one woman captivated him. He loves her very much. No one have ever questioned the love that blooms from them. They have the ideal relationship that everyone wants. But fate sure is cruel to that man. His lover have died a very gruesome death. He mourns. He's hurt. He was tormented and became cold. Even the daughter that the woman left behind was neglected. Until the council insisted on taking another woman in their house. "I am not taking another woman in!" His voice roared on the four corners of the room. "The position of the Duchess have been empty for several years! Please reconsider." A noble insisted. "Do whatever you want." He turned his back from the table and eventually walked away from the room. She who was a Princess. But she was numb to feel any emotion by herself. Dream of escaping the shackles of destiny. Her life was cruel. She wished to not have the ability to see and feel other people's emotion. Until that one of the door in the Palace opened. I stumbled on the sudden opening of the door and stare at the person who came out. His cold eyes stare right through me. Instead of trembling and being scared, tears fell down from my eyes and so I cried like a kid in front of him. No. I'm not scared. He's not scary. Rather, he was pitiful. His sadness and pain is unbearable even for me. He didn't probably care and turned his back on me and walked away. I stare on his disappearing back until I can no longer see him. "Princess! You were here." A maid came right to me and she was shock to see me crying. "Oh my goodness, My Lady. Why are you crying?" The maid asked with a very sincere and sweet voice. "Ah.." I wiped my eyes and blankly stare at my hand. "It was nothing." I said to the maid and walked away. It was a sudden change of attitude. Just a second ago, I was crying, and now I can't feel anything. A numbness person I am. But something inside me felt warm. A warmth I have never felt before. A warmth that I can't explain. My head turn to where I saw the man and my heart pounds like it wanted to escape from my chest and follow that person. I am not sure why I feel like this but, I would like to meet him again.