Little stories of love and joy.

Poldark

Title: Whispers of the Heart

Genre: Drama

Writing Style: Dialogue-Driven

Chapter 1: The Market's Judgement

Ross Poldark and his wife, Desmerelda, strolled through the bustling market square of Truro. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on the colorful stalls and lively crowd. However, as they walked hand in hand, they couldn't help but notice the stares and whispers that followed their every step.

Desmerelda's grip tightened around Ross's hand, her eyes darting nervously from face to face. "Ross, why are they all looking at us like that? Did we do something wrong?"

Ross sighed, his voice tinged with weariness. "No, my love. It's not you. It's me they're judging."

Desmerelda furrowed her brow, confusion etched across her delicate features. "But why? What have you done?"

Ross paused, his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment before meeting her eyes. "It's because of my past, Desmerelda. The people here still hold grudges against me for my actions during the war."

Desmerelda's eyes widened in realization. "You mean they blame you for everything that happened?"

Ross nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Yes, they do. They see me as a troublemaker, a rebel who defied the law. They don't understand the reasons behind my actions."

As they continued their walk, insults were hurled at Ross from the crowd. He paid them no attention, his focus solely on gathering the groceries they needed. Desmerelda, however, couldn't help but feel a pang of anger and sadness at the harsh words thrown at her beloved husband.

Finally, they reached their home, a modest cottage on the outskirts of town. Ross angrily shrugged off his coat and grabbed a bottle of ale, taking a long swig before turning to Desmerelda. His eyes softened as he noticed her concerned expression.

"Are you alright, my love?" Ross asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Desmerelda nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm fine, Ross. But it hurts me to see how they treat you. You don't deserve this."

Ross placed the bottle on the table and walked over to Desmerelda, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "I know it's difficult, my dear. But we must rise above their judgment. We have each other, and that's all that matters."

Desmerelda clung to him, finding solace in his strong arms. "I love you, Ross. No matter what they say, I will always stand by your side."

Ross kissed the top of her head, his voice filled with determination. "And I love you, Desmerelda. Together, we will face whatever challenges come our way."

As the sun set outside, casting a warm glow over their humble cottage, Ross and Desmerelda found strength in each other's love. They knew that the whispers of the market would continue, but they were determined to rise above the judgment and prove that love could conquer all.

And so, their journey continued, with their hearts intertwined, ready to face the trials and tribulations that lay ahead.

Note: This novel is a work of fanfiction based on the Poldark series by Winston Graham. The characters and setting belong to him, and this story is written purely for entertainment purposes.