Warning: This story has yaoi in it meaning gay relationships. If you don't like it then don't read it.
Countess Angela de Chagny the wife of the late Vicomte de Chagny lay in her rich blue and silver four poster bed.
The velvet drapes had been pulled back with golden cords so that she could look out at the doctors and nurses, her lawyer, and her young son in the room. They were seated on chairs before her and her child was weeping.
"I have called you all here to discuss the matter of what is to happen after I die," She said. "I know that—"
She had to stop as a great cough racked her body. She brought her white handkerchief up to her mouth and began to cough into it. The coughs were so great that they shook her body.
Her nurses sprung up instantly and went to her trying desperately to comfort her. When she stopped coughing she let her hand fall back down onto the bed. Everyone could see that the handkerchief was now soaked with blood.
"Oh milady you should have let us give you the red handkerchief!" One of her maids said. "Now this one is ruined!" Angela gave her a small smile.
"I do not care for handkerchiefs anymore," She said. She turned back to face the crowd congregated around her. "As I was saying," She continued, "I have called you here to discuss what is to happen after I die."
"But madam you haven't died yet," Her lawyer said.
"But for sure I will die soon," Angela said. "I know this. Nothing can be done to stop this sickness inside of me. But I'd rather not think about that now. Let's get down to business shall we?"
"Oh yes, yes of course," The lawyer said hurriedly. He shuffled threw his papers until he became organized.
"Everything is to be left to my son," Angela said. "Let him do whatever he wants with my clothes I frankly don't care. I only ask that my wedding dress and wedding ring are kept."
"Yes its all written down here in your will," The lawyer said.
"Yes I know but there's something else I want to add something very important," She said.
"What is that milady?" The lawyer asked curiously and surprised.
"I would like my son to be sent to the Opera Popularie," Angela said. "Let him live and train in the ballet dormitories under the care of Madame Giry until he can become a singer." Everyone looked stunned at her words.
"Are you sure that would be in your best interests milady?" The lawyer said. "Your son will be in control of everything. Wouldn't it be better if he were to stay at home—" But Angela raised a hand to silence him.
"For years I have refused my son what he wanted," Angela said. "He loved music but instead I forced him to learn how to be a proper gentleman and be prepared to be the head of the family. Now I want to allow him to do what he wants to do. My son will become whatever he dreams to be. That is why he shall be sent to the Opera Popularie." She began to cough violently again and she raised her handkerchief to her lips again to cough into it again.
The lawyer hurriedly scribbled down the woman's requests out onto paper.
When Angela was done coughing she beckoned to her son. The boy came up to her and when she patted the bed beside her he sat down on the bed next to her. "Oh my darling son don't cry," She said wiping away the tears on his cheeks with long delicate fingers.
"But I don't want you to die," The boy said. His mother kissed his cheek and drew him into a warm embrace.
"We all must die one day my love," She said. "But do not think of that now. Your going to live a long healthy life and become what you've always dreamed you could be."
"But I don't want to leave you mother," The boy said snuggling closer into the warm embrace.
"Do not fear my son," Angela said. "When I go to heaven I will send the Angel of Music to you to protect you."
"The angel of music?" The boy asked looking up at her.
"Yes," Angela smiled. "The angel will protect you well I am gone."
Two days later Countess Angela de Chagny was dead and her only son Raoul de Chagny upon his mother's last request was sent to the Opera Popularie.
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