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Chapter 1: A Loveless Marriage
It was midnight, in the garden of an Elizabethan mansion. A man in his mid- twenties stood, blond and short-statured. His heart filled to the brim with doubt, he spoke the lament of his heart:
"They do not love that do not show their love.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love."*
"Would you just shut up?! The play's over you idiot!" a crisp voice shouted at him. "You can stop talking like a douche now, if you're even able." The man, Sebastian sighed as a beautiful scarlet-haired woman stormed into the star-lit garden. On her own, she was not an imposing creature, standing no taller or straighter than any other woman. But the way she carried herself, the way she moved, even in her speech, she displayed power. Power she had no fear of using. She strode in sullying the one sanctuary Sebastian had free from her, Olivia, his wife.
"The next time some random hot chick asks you to marry you, say no you moron!" he thought to himself. Though the truth was, much as he hated to admit it, Olivia was right. Now that their "story", Twelfth Night was over, there was no need for Sebastian to keep speaking in the Old English dialect that he had been forced to use, or suffer the consequences of the Literary Council. It had just become a habit, and not having to do it anymore took a bit of getting used to. "Sorry Sweetness" he forced out, trying not to start another issue.
"Don't you Sweetness me Dumbass. Where the Hell were you at dinner?! Is it too much to ask for a man who actually cares about his wife?" Olivia spat at him, acid dripping from her words. "But I do care about you….I just need some "me time" sometimes. And could you not swear so much, it doesn't fit your beautiful face." he feebly responded. However all it seemed to do was throw oil on the fire. "I'll swear as much as I Goddamn want to! And don't you dare talk about my face. You just want to take me to bed again. You're lucky I'm not pregnant; you could never be a father. Not like it matters anyway, I'm starting to think you're-"she began. "Don't you dare say it!" Sebastian shouted at her. "STERILE!" she shouted. That was it, Olivia had gone too far.
"Shut up! Shut your damn mouth you whore! The only reason I even married you in the first place was because I thought my sister was dead and I was bored!" A pregnant silence filled the garden. Neither moved, too shocked by what had just happened. Sebastian had closed his eyes, terrified of what his actions had wrought. Olivia just stood there stunned, then she collected herself, and spoke clearly and decisively, her eyes as cold as steel. "I want a divorce."
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*A monologue from Two Gentlemen from Verona, by William Shakespeare Act I Scene 2
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