To Die ForA Story by S.M. MellingA classic love triangle, where only one man can get the girl. Stefan is the younger, more skillful duelist, but Juan is the man whose captured her heart. Set around the few moments of a Duel.The morning sun bathed the garden in its light, causing the
dew clinging to the intricately styled shrubbery to shimmer softly. The light
scent of flowers hung in the air, and Stefan considered for a moment that if
they were gathered together here for any other purpose than this one, that it
would make for an almost magical setting on a wonderfully memorable day. He
carefully shrugged his frock coat off his shoulders, handing it to his
attendant, then slowly rolled the cuffs of his silk doublet. Next he drew his
cavalry saber from the scabbard hanging from his belt and tested its edge.
Satisfied it was adequately sharp, he began going through a few exercises to
warm and loosen the muscles of his arms and legs. As he went through his exercises, his thoughts drifted to
Christina. He knew her since he was a young man, and had loved her for as long.
To him, there was a radiance about her, a warmth of kindness that caused her to
stand out wherever she was. Even on a day like today, Stefan felt like everyone
else was stood in darkness when set beside her brilliance. His gaze drifted over to her, and he saw the
look of worry on her face. He knew it wasn’t for him. He smiled to himself all the same, then glanced over to his
opponent. Juan Acosta. He was an older man, perhaps in his thirties. He was an
experienced combatant, having served in the Dragoons in his youth. He was also
victor in half a dozen duels. He never had to kill anyone in them though, which
was a good thing to many people. Stefan wasn’t one of them. If a man wasn’t
willing to die for the principles he values, then how much can he truly claim
to value them? Juan stepped forward and signaled his readiness, so Stefan did
the same. The rules of the duel were laid out and the two men lifted their sabers. Stefan locked eyes with his opponent and smiled. He knew he was the better man, and in a few moments he would prove it in front of the woman he loved. That’s when she called out to him. “If you kill him Stefan I will never marry
you!” The pistol shot fired -- the duel had begun. It took only a
few quick moments for Juan to open a cut on Stefan’s cheek, signaling him as
the winner. He brought his blade up in a military salute to his opponent, then
flourished it and turned away to move over to Christina, who rushed into his
embrace. Stefan didn’t understand. He was the younger, quicker and even more
skilled opponent. How was it that he lost? The air stung the cut on his cheek, a thin tear of blood
trickling down to his chin. He watched as the two shared their embrace, saw the
relief on Christina’s face. Stefan felt the world falling out from under his
feet, accompanied by a dreadful emptiness in his stomach. She was gone now,
Juan would get her and he would not. His proposal had been stronger -- he was
younger, he had more to offer her, certainly her family encouraged her to
choose Stefan, but she had loved Juan. As they continued to celebrate, he could feel everything
slipping away from him. He had been stupid to accept Juan’s challenge, he
realized. Without her he had nothing he cared for. The morning, once full of
vibrant promises now seemed like little more than a charcoal sketch, devoid of its
previous vibrancy. He began to feel cornered, desperate. It seemed to him that
he had been a marionette, and Juan was the puppeteer. Something inside him
snapped, and he charged blindly at Juan with his sword raised! Christina shrieked in fear, jumping away from Juan whose
hand flashed down to the hilt of his saber, and then as he whirled around to
face his assailant, his hand snapped upward as quickly as a lightning strike.
Stefan felt a familiar sting on his throat, then a rush of cool air. He tried to
speak, but the only sound he heard was burbling. He collapsed onto the ground,
the grass feeling like it rushed up to meet his face. Christina rushed to his side, kneeling down beside him. He
heard Juan ask him why he did it, then felt as though he could not breathe. As the cold crept in he began to panic. He
tried to stand up, tried to reach out, but he knew that to everyone else it
probably seemed like convulsions. Christina wept. “I never loved you Stefan. I never would have married you,
even if you had won. Why? What was the point?” He was going numb now, though it
wasn’t because of her rejection. The light of life was fading from his eyes,
and the last thing he saw before the nothingness enveloped him was the look in
her eyes. © 2016 S.M. MellingAuthor's Note
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Added on July 9, 2016 Last Updated on July 10, 2016 Tags: Short, Story, Short Story, SM Melling, Melling, Romance, Love, Duel Author
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