Author's Note: My personal "poor Duke" fic. What he thought after Nini told him about Satine and Christian. It's kind of mixed up since I wrote a little bit at a time. It is definately one of my worst fics.
"This is silly." The Duke looked up to see Nini, one of the dancers standing behind him, watching the stage. "Why would the courtesan choose the penniless writer?" The Duke gave her a confused look. Nini leaned very close to the Duke to say the next part, as if trying to make it stick in his head. "Oops, I mean sitar player." She had an evil, satisfied look on her face as she walked back to her friends, laughing. The Duke turned back to look at the stage.
His beloved Satine was not faithful? With a naive, poor writer? Impossible! Satine knew better than that. Although...the way they looked at eachother was curious, especially during rehearsals. It seemed as though they had some secret that only they shared. Or when he caught her and the writer in carnal embrace and she had just claimed they were "rehearsing." The writer always seemed to be along on the Duke and Satine's days together. The picnic, the hot air balloon ride. How could he not raise an eyebrow to all of that?
He watched as Satine sang "Come What May", the lovers special song in the show. Could it not be Satine and the writer's own special song? He didn't want to believe it. Satine was his and his only. She seemed to love him, atleast she him think so. And he cared for her very much, although he was less keen to wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Just then, he saw it. A simple look that said a thousand words. Satine looked away from the Argentinean for a moment to watch Christian. They shared something amazing, he could tell. He wanted to scream. Satine was supposed to love him and yet she was betraying him. How could she do this? His head kept screaming "She's betrayed you! She doesn't love you!" as if it were trying to drive him mad. It was as if Satine had taken a knife and stabbed him in the gut. That was what betrayal felt like.
"This is silly." The Duke looked up to see Nini, one of the dancers standing behind him, watching the stage. "Why would the courtesan choose the penniless writer?" The Duke gave her a confused look. Nini leaned very close to the Duke to say the next part, as if trying to make it stick in his head. "Oops, I mean sitar player." She had an evil, satisfied look on her face as she walked back to her friends, laughing. The Duke turned back to look at the stage.
His beloved Satine was not faithful? With a naive, poor writer? Impossible! Satine knew better than that. Although...the way they looked at eachother was curious, especially during rehearsals. It seemed as though they had some secret that only they shared. Or when he caught her and the writer in carnal embrace and she had just claimed they were "rehearsing." The writer always seemed to be along on the Duke and Satine's days together. The picnic, the hot air balloon ride. How could he not raise an eyebrow to all of that?
He watched as Satine sang "Come What May", the lovers special song in the show. Could it not be Satine and the writer's own special song? He didn't want to believe it. Satine was his and his only. She seemed to love him, atleast she him think so. And he cared for her very much, although he was less keen to wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Just then, he saw it. A simple look that said a thousand words. Satine looked away from the Argentinean for a moment to watch Christian. They shared something amazing, he could tell. He wanted to scream. Satine was supposed to love him and yet she was betraying him. How could she do this? His head kept screaming "She's betrayed you! She doesn't love you!" as if it were trying to drive him mad. It was as if Satine had taken a knife and stabbed him in the gut. That was what betrayal felt like.