A Lover When I Was Gone

Something about that comment made Ophelia pause. She stopped smiling, realizing that in his eyes, despite all of her wrongdoings, she was still deceiving him. He cherished her like the daughter of a great house, but she wasn't even who he believed she was.

Ophelia's smile fell. She awkwardly glanced down at the curled animal in her arms. The puppy stared up at her, twitched an ear, and tilted his head. She quietly tapped it on the nose, earning another lick.

"Ophelia."

Ophelia bowed her head and continued to caress her new pet. She didn't dare look him in the eyes. The temperature around them dipped, as if the window was wide open. She knew it wasn't. Just his frigid gaze could turn summer into winter. The atmosphere tensed and even the puppy whimpered in fear.