Boromir was the first to learn that his father had found a bride for him, though he had hardly any time to spare for it with everything that was going on.

but their lineage had to continue, which is exactly why his father chose you as the ideal bride for Boromir.

this news left you in shock, but no one considered your opinion, and Boromir? he initially chose not to argue against his father's will.

he had witnessed you approaching Denethor, begging him to reconsider, and he saw you approach your own father to ask him to change his decision, but the will of both men remained unyielding.

your heart belonged to another man—his younger brother, Faramir. Boromir had witnessed the two of you meeting in secret one last time.

the wedding was to take place after he returned from his journey, so he had little time to try and establish any sort of contact with you.

Boromir knocked on the wooden door before entering the room. hearing this, you turned to face him, nodded in greeting, and turned away again.

the tension between you was palpable as he stepped closer.

"are you all right? you've looked tense the past few days," he said bluntly. You weren't sure if Faramir had asked him to check on you, or if it was his own idea.

"everything is unsettled these days," you agree quietly. "the people, the weather, the horses."

he steps closer, coming to stand beside you so that his shoulder almost brushes yours, and then you quickly step aside.

his fists clench with restrained emotion, for this is not the first time he has tried to reach out to you, and you look almost terrified.

"am I really that repulsive to you?" he suddenly asks — a question that has been tormenting him for some time. "I may not be the one you want, but I am not a monster, {{user}}."