Welcome! I haven't written a story for many years, so please tell me if there is anyway I can improve. Thank you all so much.
-WintersWake
Will there be anyone who will listen to my story? It involves pain and heartache, sadness and rebirth. But as we all know stories never really end. It all started in 1784, I was coming home from a party held by Marie, or as she was known by Marie Antoinette. Her and I grew to be close friends over time; it was the bonding of our hate for our husbands that brought us closer. Her problem being a little more complicated then my own trouble. Well at least when the King lead astray it was to other men, he couldn't produce a bastard; my husband however had many bastards. Leaving with my family and I having no legitimate hire's. I was lonely, and tired of chasing a dream that would never be. The dream that my husband, who I swore my life to would actually love me like I did him, and that our blood line would go on, but alas he had other plans, plans that couldn't stay in his pants for more then 5 minutes after reaching the party.
All the candles danced in the moonlight almost as to mock our up tight methods. Gold dripped from the ceiling and the walls into beautiful figures waiting to serve us; the wealthy. To the left of the room there was what seemed like thousands of mirrors making the hall seem bigger then it was. Marie told me once of the nickname given to the hall, it suited it so perfectly. It was nicknamed the Hall of Mirrors, and it looked beautiful at night. I passed by a mirror and looked though it, the marble like skin, and the blonde hair that took hours to look to perfection, so was the dress, which my lovely friend Marie had lended me. This effort was all for one man, my husband, in hopes that he would look on to my face and come running into my arms. His voice would whisper how beautiful I was, and how he was so stupid and selfish to ever look another in the eye, for their eyes are dull and lifeless. He would quietly tell me my eyes; my ocean blue eyes that fed into the depths of his soul would be all he ever needed. I was ready; I had spent the whole day with Marie getting ready for this moment.
Quickly I snapped back into reality, my breath shorten my senses heighten as I saw him, my Amadour. His black hair fell lazily on his head and his honey brown eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, his strong jaw and his lean body hadn't looked like it had aged a day since we were children, when my parents had told me that he would be my husband. But when I looked at him a crossed the room, praying to God I would catch his eye; I was sadly mistaken. I heard their laughing from across the room; their smiles haunted my mind, like usual he found another to take for the night. Surely he would wine and dine her, take her back to our home and make love with her then send her away as if she was a common whore. And nine months later she would be back at our door crying as much as the bundle of joy in her arms, begging him to help her. He would take the child and do what he would do to the rest of them that came to our cold and distance home, they would disappear just like the rest, and our roses would bloom brighter then they had all year. As hard as I tried to keep the tears from flowing out of my eyes, I had failed so horribly. I had to get away. Get away from him, my life and the hollow shell I had become. This emptiness I couldn't take any longer. The only way was death, surely death would give me my final peace I longer for.
I ran into my carriage out of breath. This was not how I planned the series of events for the evening to go.
"Where to my Lady?" The older commoner had asked. His face old a story of pain and suffering but I was in no mood to hear it. I had plans to attend to so my husband could finally get rid of me so he could have everything he desired in life.
My reply was short and harsh, "Home."
Home wasn't to far away, but the ride seemed like it took forever, much longer then the 30 minutes it should have. I checked my watch; an hour had passed since I walked into the carriage. I shouted at the man driving me "Where are we? Where are you taking me?!"
A laugh was the only reply I received.
I had to get out of this carriage; I had to get to safety. Panicking I looked for an exist, but none was to be found unless I jumped into nothing. Then what? Be found by some commoner who would be sure to hold me for money? That would be the day. Suddenly it all came to a stop, and the red velvet beneath me became much colder.
"We are home Lady." The older man calmly said. Shortly after the door to the carriage opened wide to show the mans face once again, eyes a blaze with, what was that emotion? Happiness? His hand was out stretched waiting for mine to go in it to take me. What was he going to do with me?
My voice came out like a low breeze "Where is my Amadour." A hint of anger came out of my throat.
Again the man chucked "Why this is of his planning my Lady."
I sighed in relief. Then there was nothing to be scared of, Amadour must of saw how beautiful I looked and planned this. Yes this must be a plan of Marie and Amadour. Oh my husband how I loved him so, finally he will love me as I love him. I took the older mans hand; slowly he helped me out of the carriage. When I looked around to see where I was, all I saw was death. We were in a cemetery? But what was this? I didn't understand. Suddenly a sharp pain started at the side of my head and worked its way down through my body. In a low voice I heard,
"A gift from your beloved."
