Amorah

This is the beginning of a novel that I've been compiling on and on off for atleast 5 years. Now, it's not brilliant or mind-boggling but it gets the job done. I've only recently begun to write more prevalently so I'm finally starting to get somewhere with it. I'd like to think what I've written so far is relatively interesting, but please feel free to criticize!

Chapter 1ish:


“Morah, Amorah-- that is you, is it not?” a man called from the shadows across the deck.
“Oh how wonderful to be called upon, under such a glorious moonlit sky, by none other than Jacob Mauntilae,” she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
On any other night she may have found the calm crash of the waves or the sea’s cool, salty, night’s air soothing, but in the company of Jacob Mauntilae she was in a state of utter annoyance. She recalled all of his childish nicknames for her and those irritating notes that always seemed to arrive the very moment her presence was delayed. She seemed incapable of escaping him. If he was not pestering her himself, her father would praise his gentlemanly demeanor or her sister Anne would rave of his chiseled cheekbones and handsome features. Even away at school the girls had all fallen for his “charm”.
“Charm,” she scoffed.
Well, I mean…yes, Amorah thought reluctantly to herself, Jacob may be handsome, intelligent, and often very kind… And his hazel eyes are flawless. Oh! And the way his sandy blonde hair always seems to fall in exactly the right place--She found a smile forming at the image. But what is so entirely irresistible about all of that!? Despite his above average looks, is he not exactly like any other 20 year old male with exceptional athletic abilities, intelligence, and etiquette? Amorah sighed.
“He’s just so damned annoying,” she said with resignation.
“Pardon?” Jacob asked in bewilderment, and though he was appalled at her language his face betrayed him with a bemused smile.
“Have you heard a single word I’ve just said?”
“Oh. How rude of me,” Amorah said flatly, “You must excuse my behavior, I seem to have fallen into a trance. What was it you were saying?”
“I was saying,” Jacob began, his voice straining, “I’ve never met a woman with so much, uhm… passion, and intellect, and of course beauty. You are entirely unlike other girls, I feel that you see through my looks and you know who I truly am.”
“Hardly,” Amorah snorted by accident or on purpose, she could not determine which, but she beckoned him on with what she thought was gentleness.
With eyebrows raised, Jacob continued.
“You know me better than anyone ever has and there is no other woman that I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you.”
Amorah was in shock. She had not prepared for this moment. She could feel her breath quicken and was quite sure her heart had skipped a beat, or two. She was absolutely mystified. She could not even begin to muster a response for what would unfold next. Jacob bent down on one knee, gently placed her hands in his, and retrieved a sleek, black box from his coat pocket.
With a voice that was persuasion incarnate, Jacob breathed, “Amorah, marry me?”
Hands sweating and eyes wide with shock, Amorah fainted.