Love Thee
Narrative: Setting The Scene
Sir Brendan Seamus Brady entered the dim lightened theater with his beautiful yet fragile looking wife Theresa Brady, who was previously Alexandra before her father William Alexandra offered his youngest daughter to Brendan, in exchange William would receive a large acre of land. Theresa was sold like you would sell your only money-making product, in this case would be a horse, or possibly a cow. Brendan needed a wife to produce children, who will later take over and become lord or missus of their family estate. Theresa had to lock her arm in his, not allowed to roam around without somebody to accompany her. To produce the children of cause her and Brendan have to do some love-making sessions. With her being nineteen she was wholesome enough to try for children and to mention the fact she was a virgin. Though her and Brendan has never actually tried, neither want to though they will have to if they want children who will be looked after by a nanny day in and out. Theresa was more than a little worried about when she does eventually fall pregnant about the pain when she has to give birth. She has seen many children being born and the amount of screaming those women did seemed painful just to listen to. That is something Theresa does not want to happen to herself understandably. She discussed this with her auntie Myra McQueen who reassured her that the pain goes away after the child is born. Yet she still fears it, so here she finds herself still wholesome despite being married to Brendan for three weeks.
Their wedding was in haste, though it looked beautiful and grand. Her wedding gown was very fitting, though the bottom part of the dress was huge and the train was very long,with two Paige boys having to hold up the train. She held onto two beautiful bright red roses. Which she adored ever so much. She was discussing it with Brendan's father Master Seamus Brady's wife, who now goes by the name Sinead Brady, previously O Connor. Sinead went through this ideal of being sold of by her father, who was farmer Robert O Connor who was finding it hard to support the family, his wife Diane O Connor and his youngest child Finn O Connor. He decided his daughter had to pay the price of marrying Seamus, just for a bit more land to grow his crops on. So Sinead and Theresa had a little bit of a bond now, as they dressed each other, ranted to each other and sometimes went shopping together in the local market, though both had to be walked to the market with a peasant named Sienna Blake, who despite her age never married. Life was bearable because of their bound and it made things far more enjoyable now. With Sinead now pregnant by Seamus's child of cause. She was like a second mother to Brendan and Cheryl Brady, which in itself is very strange, considering both are far older than her. With Sinead only being the age of twenty and her being a dear friend to her one year younger ''secondary daughter' as well.
Life was not terrible and that was enough to keep them both sane. The theater was going to be enjoyable. Theresa couldn't wait to watch William Shakespeare play which was called The Tempest, she was quite looking forward to it alongside Sinead who was eagerly waiting for most of the morning and to make things even more exciting. Today was also the ball, something that only happens once every fortnight or so. About a dozen peasants were standing up, at the bottom of the theater after paying one penny. Theresa heard an scoff from her father in law Master Seamus. He clearly hated the fact peasants were now allowed in to watch the plays. Sinead gripped onto him tighter. All they could see was the peasants staring eyes and silly grins. Theresa waved when she spotted her auntie Myra. Myra waved back, with a smile. Brendan cleared his throat,making Theresa put her arm by her side again. Sinead looked on to see her father, though she never waved or smiled. All she felt towards him was hatred, how could he sell his child for a bit of land? Robert smiled when he saw his daughter, though all he got back was a look of devastation making him feel more guilty.
Brendan looked at the peasants and one caught his eye. That he being the local bread seller, called Steven Hay, Brendan stared at him with looks of lust. He does not think he seen just a beautiful person before, he forgets about the gender for a second and just sees him as a person rather than a man or woman. He taught himself that, when he looks at men from the environment he grew up in. He just calls them simply people, it makes him feel less guilty about what he is doing to his family's name. Brendan has never acted upon these feelings however, he has never actually made love. He was a virgin in itself, no real experience is why if he and Theresa ever had a love-making sessions both will be clueless as each other. This is quite unusual for a man of his age, his age being thirty-three, he thought about it of cause but never done anything for these feelings but he knows that he finds men far more compelling than women, though he wished he didn't. The man named Steven looked back, as he noticed he was being stared at from above. His eyes met the other man's, he never guess how wholesome this man actually was. Steven was not half as wholesome as Brendan, despite being much younger. He was thirteen years younger, he was only twenty years old, however he already produced two children with Amy Hay, previously Barnes. With them being peasants, Amy married him on her own accord, they met simply in the local pub, which was called Cheryl, Cheryl. Owned by Cheryl Brady who was currently engaged to the Earl Of Chester, Nathan Tenbury-Newent, who most people just call him simply Nate. Cheryl owned the pub, though soon she will sell it to some local business man no doubt. Cheryl has not attended this theater trip. She is working late at her pub, which will soon not be hers. Once her and Nate are settled at his manor.
Brendan sits himself at the front, the peasants were on the other side. Behind a barrier, as they could just watch the side of the play. Steven looked over at Brendan again, who was still staring at him. Steven presumed he had experience like himself, Steven's two children are called Leah and Lucas Hay. Not to mention Steven has actually bedded a man as well. He was quite experienced, far more than Brendan. Most peasants actually were, as they had far less things to worry about in contrast. No reputation to maintain, they were seen as 'scum' anyway, so why bother trying to change that? Though if you were wealthy and stepped out of line, your life would more than be over and people say they have the best life's When in reality they don't and they never will have. They have to speak,sit, stand, look a certain way. Not to mention the women had no choice in whom they were to marry most of the time. At least poor women and their families could choose whether they wanted to proceed the hard or easy way. As for men, life was blissful With women obeying their every move and if you were a peasant like Steven, life was your oyster. Maybe not the world, but life itself was an adventure. No forced marriages, no forced decisions and most of the time if you were not working every minute life could be entertaining as well. The only reason the wealthy look down upon them is to hide their secret envy and the peasants fall for it. They cant possible believe somebody that wealthy could envy somebody as poor as them.
So Steven was as flattered as Brendan that somebody showed an interest. Brendan was watching him through the entire play, with Theresa distracted by this. As she seen him staring the opposite direction, she took one look at the young Ruby Johnson, previously Button and presumed Brendan was looking at her, as she moved up on the chair. With the play which started about half an hour ago, and was still going to be performed for another twenty minutes yet. Theresa was not focused on the play, but her husband's wandering eyes. Truth be told, she had no clue Brendan was wholesome like herself. He didn't look like the type. Sinead was looking on at the actors performing, she was honestly having a good time. When on the stage they started dancing, with the audience now clapping. Sinead looked around,and started clapping along. It was the only time apart from the ball she can have fun,as she was also lifting her shoe up and down like her husband Seamus. The peasants dancing as they were already stood up, clapping and tapping their shoes across the floor. It really was amazing to be apart of. Though most first class citizens could not move,mind clap and tap their the shoes. The ones on the two bottom row of seats could. With the others just clapping along, as they danced on stage. Brendan looking over at Steven was clapping along with them, as he kept dancing with the other third class citizens. He was not sure whether Brendan was still looking so proceeded with everyone else.
The whole crowd stopped instantly,and gave the actors a huge round of applause as all the clapping and tapping stopped. Sinead stopped, as she pulled herself up again with a smile and one small laugh after it. The peasants were having such a good laugh as well, as the rare moment where the 1st and 3rd classes have the same enjoyment. It was very rare but it happened today. The whole crowd was now fully relaxed and full of energy They have plenty of stories to tell when they return home. They play was almost finished some laughter from the crowd as something funny was just performed. Laughter filled the theater it felt so happy and so filled with positively When it is over, then many people will be disappointed. Sinead looked over at Theresa who didn't seem as cheerful as the others, as she just had one small smile while watching the play. Sinead was a bit worried though she discuss it with her later on to see what could be troubling her. Brendan looked at Steven again, who looked full of gratefulness. He was smiling and laughing with the other peasants. Brendan just wanted to go and be next to him if he is honest. Though he must not give in. That is when the reality came to him, he can never be truly happy. He looked down at his scar on his hand,just another reminder of what his father has done to him. He took away his life in an instance. Making him believe the feelings he feels are wrong and should never be acted upon, paint on a smile and you get through it. That is what Brendan now swears by. Though he can never be truly happy, not any more. His world use to be beautiful and full of wonder now all that's left is despair and lack of hope. His father treated him like he was some sort of servant, like he was the scum of the Earth. He was less than nothing to him, just like a piece of meat he could chew or a puppet he could control. If Brendan died, then Brendan felt that nobody would miss him, or even care. Cheryl already forgotten about him, as she put all her effort into work and her fiancé. Forgetting about her brother, even his father gets more attention of her. He has no children to show of, nor does he have a wife who he loves. He has nobody who he can call a friend,except the servants in his mansion. He got everything that money can buy, though money can't buy you love. Money is just worthless to him, he trade in all his money if it meant he could have somebody to love him as much as he loved them.
Though that is never going to happen now,as he looks on to see all the laughing people who now to him are mute. His mind mutes the sound and all he can see is the laughter not hear it. His father smiling like always. The actors moving to silence and saying nothing in his messed up mind. The person he looked at,may as well not be there. Steven is not there, not really. Brendan cannot talk to him, or look at him now as he noticed Theresa has spotted his wandering eyes. Steven may as well not exist. Silently Brendan watches the play, like he is a ghost of the Earth. The curtains draw and the actors come out,bowing and everybody just colliding their hands together repeatedly. Steven looks over at him again and he can see the man is not as strong as he first thought. As he can see the man with no emotion though he can tell he is crying for help inside. Steven is desperate for the man to look over again, he never does. He just has to watch him leave, the third class citizens have to wait till all the others are gone before they can proceed in moving. Brendan moves slowly, with Theresa's arm locked in his. The carriage awaits them, with horses pulling at them.
Inside Steven was rushing out,to try to catch a glimpse of the mysterious first class citizen who looked so lost. He gets bumped into by many,as he walks. Many were trying not to fall. Steven pushes past many. Until he reaches the exit, to see the carriage already half way down the pebbled road. Steven runs for about thirty seconds, though he stops when he realizes it be hopeless. That man is clearly long gone now, though it won't stop him looking. He just looks on as the carriage looks small now, until it fades from his naked eye. He sighs, walking back towards the streets of Chester, where he lives. With his head down, as something was on his mind. That man he so wanted to see again,despite only looking at him and not even speaking to him. Yet he could read him so well and he was lusting after him. He looked precious, so fragile that he just had to have him and be the only person to have him. Anyone else would treat him like a piece of meat as he don't think anybody else could know him as well as him, already. Nobody else could see his true beauty, they just want it out of their system to make love with a wholesome fragile looking man. Steven can't believe he was feeling all these emotions about somebody who he never even spoke to, he just ran after the carriage for thirty seconds, like he was chasing after somebody he known for years. His voice may sound ever so fragile, then his looks. Steven craves hearing his voice. Steven closes his eyes, he needs to have this mysterious man. He just wants to be his first and his last. Though this was not an Shakespeare play, this was real life and in real life. The classes only mixed when they wanted something profitable of one another. They never fell in love, or kissed, or made love. It was something that just didn't happen, unless you were forced which was not very, very often. Steven was walking slowly.
