So yeah, I told you it would take a while for this chapter to come out. But at last, here it is. I don't know if I've mentioned it already, but I've recently become a fan of Tangled the series and if there is ever a sequel to this, it will be a direct crossover with that universe. Whether or not that happens though all depends on A: How popular this story becomes and B: How this final season ends. But until then, I see no reason why I can't reference the kingdoms from that show here. So look out for that later on. Anyway, here's chapter lucky number 7.
~Chapter Seven~
"Now not too much water, Adam," Cinderella said as he poured the watering can over the flowers, "You don't want to drown them either."
Prince Adam was now three years old and was a very curious child. The princess spent all her time with him. She would sing to him and read him stories. She showered him with lovely toys and together with the king, his aunts, and so on, they would play hide and seek in the vast castle walls. But today, Cinderella had decided to start teaching him some things. She had spent most of the morning helping him with basic reading and now she had decided to teach him the basics of maintaining a garden. She knew it was probably not something a prince would ever need to learn, but she wanted for him to have some sort of hobbies outside of his royal duties.
"That's enough Adam," she said as the flower bed began to overflow, "Now these ones over here. These are very special."
Cinderella took her son's hand and led him to a separate flower bed. Two years ago, her dear mice friends had passed away and it was in this patch of ground she had buried them. Not long after, a pair of daffodils, which she had never planted, grew over each mouse's resting place. The princess was surprised to then find out in her books that the flower was a common symbol of eternal life and she knew her dear friends must have had to do with it.
"These are my favorite, Maman," the young prince said as he watered them, "They smell the prettiest."
"They're my favorite too, Adam," his mother said, "They remind me of some old friends of mine."
The mention of friends brought something up in the young prince's mind, but he thought better of mentioning it.
Cinderella, though, noticed the look in her son's blue eyes. "What's wrong, dear?"
"Maman," Adam said, "Are you and Grandpapa sending Lumiére away?"
Cinderella's eyes widened. "What makes you ask that?"
"I heard you and Grandpapa talking yesterday and he was saying that he wanted Lumiére and some other person to leave."
Oh. She was hoping he hadn't been able to hear that.
Flashback:
"They did WHAT?!" King Louis shouted.
"An absolute outrage!" Prudence said, her head held high.
"I couldn't have said it better myself, Prudence!" the king said, "And to think, Lumiére was going to be my grandson's valet when he's older. Well not anymore! I want both of them out of my castle immediately!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down," Cinderella said, "I'm sure there's an explanation for it all."
"I don't care what their excuses are. I will not tolerate the staff of my castle acting with such immorality. Just imagine how the public would react if word got out that my servants do such things and I allow it."
"Nobody ever has to know," Cinderella said, "Prudence, how many people know at the moment?"
"Well I know, seeing as I'm the one who caught them," she said, "And of course Diane knows and Angelique knows and I'm sure that she is going to tell the other maids soon enough."
"Well we'll just have to swear them all to secrecy," Cinderella said.
"My dear-" the king began.
"Your Majesty, I know what they did was wrong and in no way do I condone it," Cinderella interrupted, "But please think about what a dismissal would mean for them. Lumiére and Diane are so close to each other. They're the only family each other has. We can't just separate them. Plus he and Bridgette are such hard workers. And where would Bridgette go if this news got out? Please, Your Majesty, nobody is perfect. Let's just give them one more chance."
The king looked at her for a moment and sighed. "Your ability to forgive is admirable, my dear. But, I still cannot allow Lumiére to be the prince's valet. I have no intention of my heir growing up to be a philandering womanizer!"
"Oh Your Majesty," Cinderella said, "Adam loves Lumiére. Besides, perhaps Adam can learn from Lumiére's mistakes. I'm sure he's already feeling very guilty about his actions. Did you know he was going to propose to Angelique?"
Prudence scoffed. "Well, he'll have an easier time learning to wield fire!"
"The point is, Lumiére knows he made a mistake. A mistake he's likely to never make again. If anything, he could teach Adam why it's wrong and the consequences of it."
"Hmmm," the king said, "You do make an excellent point. But if it happens again, he's finished!"
End Flashback
Cinderella needed to speak with the young man about what he'd done. While she was more willing to forgive than her father in law, she too did not want her son behaving in such a way as an adult. However Adam's concern for his future valet only further strengthened her intent of giving both him and Bridgette a second chance.
"My dear," she said, picking the boy up, "Your grandfather is angry with Lumière because he did something very hurtful to a young lady in the castle. He just doesn't want you to end up doing the same thing someday. But Lumière isn't going anywhere right now. He's going to stay with us for a long time."
"What did he do that was so hurtful, Maman?"
"When you're older, he'll explain it to you himself. But when you do find out, you must promise me that you will never do it to any woman. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Maman," he said.
"That's my good boy," she said kissing his cheek, "Now let's go back inside."
Carrying Adam in her arms, she took the watering can back to the kitchen.
"Prince Adam!" Emily said, leaving her job drying the dishes as she ran over to the two.
"Hello Emily," Cinderella said, "How are your chores coming along?"
"They're good," she said, "Can Prince Adam and I play?"
"If it's alright with your parents," the princess said.
"Mama!" the seven year old called.
"No Emily," Mrs. Potts said, "You still have your chores to do."
"Hmph!" she pouted, crossing her arms.
"Maybe you two can play later," Cinderella said, "I just realized it's actually time for Adam's dance lessons."
"Awww do I have to Maman?" the three year old asked.
"Yes my dear you have to," Cinderella said, "A prince has a lot to learn. But you can all play together later. How does that sound?"
Adam sighed. "Okay."
"We'll see you later, Emily," the princess said as she left the kitchen.
"Bye Princess!" she said waving, "Bye Prince Adam!"
"Bye Emily," Adam said, waving back.
"I don't want to go to my dance lessons," Adam pouted as his mother carried him towards the ballroom where he and his cousin learned their dance lessons, "I'm a prince! I should be able to do whatever I want!"
"Now Adam," Cinderella scolded gently, "Don't be like that. Just because you're a prince doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. I'm still your mother and as long as you live with me, you have to do what I say. Besides, don't you want to be a proper gentleman?"
Adam sighed. "Yes."
"Then you have to learn everything a gentleman should know," Cinderella said, "Besides, your cousin Josette will be learning everything with you. So you won't be all alone."
"I guess so," the young prince said.
Cinderella arrived at the ballroom and there was her step niece Josette and the dance/etiquette instructor, Chandelirra.
"Bonjour, Aunt Cindy," Josette said, "Bonjour, Adam!"
"Bonjour, Josette," Adam said as his mother placed him on the ground.
"Good day, Your Highness," Chandelirra said with a curtsy.
"Good day, Chandelirra," Cinderella said, "What do you plan on teaching the children today?"
"Leeching the children?!" the tutor exclaimed, "Heavens, Your Highness!"
Cinderella couldn't help but laugh. Chandelirra was an excellent instructor, but she had quite a hard time hearing sometimes.
"Teaching," Cinderella said with an emphasis on the T, "Not leeching."
"Oh!" Chandelirra laughed, "Just brushing up on what they learned last time."
The two children groaned.
"Oh don't get so downhearted, you two," the princess said, "Eventually it'll come easy to you."
"If we don't die of boredom before then," Adam muttered.
"You two be good for Chandelirra and we can all play outside later, alright?"
The two children nodded and Cinderella blew them each a kiss before leaving.
Cinderella smiled to herself as she walked away. She had felt the same way about her academics once. But as she got older she found certain subjects, like literature and history, had fascinated her. She would've loved to have learned more, but unfortunately her education was brought to a halt after the death of her father. She would see to it that the same did not happen to her child.
But now she had another important task. She needed to speak with her son's future valet over the scandal he'd been caught in the other day after the ball held in honor of Prince Adam's birthday. She walked towards the servants' quarters and to the young man's room, where she could already hear his mother giving him a stern talking to.
"The fact that you've been flirting with other women throughout your courtship was bad enough, Lumière!" she heard Diane shouting, "What you've done is unforgivable and inexcusable! I did not raise a-"
Cinderella knocked on the door, cutting off the kitchen maid's sentence.
Diane opened the door and curtsied upon realizing who it was. "Mistress."
"May I speak with your son alone?"
"Oui, Mistress," she said, turning to glare daggers at her son before leaving.
Cinderella shut the door before turning to face the twenty year old servant. His normally cheerful and energetic demeanor was gone, replaced by a look of utter shame and despair. Dark bags under his eyes showed he hadn't slept much since the incident and there was a bruise on his cheek that the princess could only assume had been left by the woman who was no longer his.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Lumière," Cinderella said, "And I think you know why."
"Oui, Mistress," Lumière said, unable to meet her gaze.
"As a valet to the prince, I don't just expect you to assist him in his daily tasks. I also expect you to be a role model to him. Remember, he has no father and his grandfather will not be around for much longer. I cannot have him picking up on such bad behavior. It is completely unacceptable."
"I normally would not have done such a thing, Mistress," Lumière said, "I'd had many glasses of champagne and-"
"It doesn't matter, Lumière," Cinderella said, "And I absolutely will not tolerate my son's future valet drinking himself to oblivion at every celebration."
"I understand, Mistress," Lumière said with a sigh, once again looking down at his feet. He was beginning to wonder how long it would be until the princess finally announced what he was certain she had come to say; that he was dismissed from the castle.
"As you are well aware," she said, "This act would normally be punished with a dismissal for both of you."
Lumière winced. There it was, finally. But he didn't expect what she said next.
"However, I am giving you both a second chance."
Lumière looked up at his superior with wide eyes.
"Yes," she said, knowing what he was thinking, "As much as I am disappointed in you, I'm also aware that we all make mistakes. Besides, I think Adam would be very sad to see you go. So for this one time, I will let it slide. But I expect that you will be more responsible and more faithful to any future ladies you court."
"Merci, Mistress," he said with a smile.
However Cinderella could see that his smile didn't quite meet his eyes. "This is still bothering you, isn't it?"
"I bought the ring," he said, tears beginning to fill his brown eyes, "I had the date set. I'm sure she would've said yes. But it's all over now."
Cinderella wanted to tell him that with time Angelique would forgive him, but this time she wasn't so sure. Angelique was a no nonsense girl and she had already been very patient with him throughout their courtship as he flirted with many of the maids throughout the castle. A woman's patience could only go so far.
"Lumière, there's no denying you have a way with women," she said, "I can't see you staying single for very long. I'm sure you'll find someone else."
"Perhaps," Lumière said, walking away to look out of his window, "But no one quite like Angelique. She's one of a kind."
"Angelique is a very special woman, yes," Cinderella said, "But there are many other special women in the world. And you're a very special man. You're a great cook, you have a beautiful voice, and you're a fine dancer. Any woman would be lucky to have you. You just need to work on your… well, you know."
Lumière blushed. He knew what she was getting at. His eyelids drooped. He hadn't had a wink of sleep since this all happened.
"Why don't you take today off, Lumière?" Cinderella said, "I think you could use some rest."
"Merci, Mistress. I appreciate it."
"Good day, Lumière," the princess said as she left the room.
Once he heard the door shut, Lumière walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer. In it was a small box. He opened it to look at the simple gold band with fake sapphires studded across it, meant to compliment his lover's blue eyes. Lumière softly sang an old song to himself.
"Einsi m'a fait, ce m'est avis,
Fortune que ci vous devis.
Car je soloie estre assevis
De toute joie,
Or m'a d'un seul tour si bas mis
Qu'en grief plour est mué mon ris,
Et que tous li biens est remis
Qu'avoir soloie.
Car la bele ou mes cuers s'ottroie,
Que tant aim que plus ne porroie,
Maintenant vëoir n'oseroie
En mi le vis."
His voice cracked at the last note and he hid his face in his hands as he cried.
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"Angelique!"
"Do not talk to me!" she spat.
Angelique was helping the rest of the decorating staff take down the ballroom decorations when her former best friend, Bridgette, came up to her. She was a petite girl with long, beach blonde hair and brown eyes.
"S'il vous plait, Angelique," she begged, "You have no idea how bad we feel."
"How bad you feel because you got caught?" she asked.
"We weren't in our right mind, Angelique. We were both drunk and one thing led to another and-"
"I don't want to hear it!" Angelique shouted.
"I understand if you no longer consider me a friend, Angelique," the scullery maid said, "But s'il vous plait, give Lumière another chance. He loves you. He wants to marry you."
"Ha!" Angelique laughed, "Marry? I refuse to anticipate a future with him anymore. My father was right about him. He only hurt me in the end."
"One more chance," Bridgette begged once more, "I beg you."
"Not happening!"
Hanging her head in dismay, the scullery maid left the ballroom, a heavy weight on her conscience.
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"Good day, my dear," Charles said as Drizella approached him, "You look radiant today, if you don't mind me saying so."
"Oh thank you, Charles," Drizella said as she leaned in to give him a kiss.
Charles took a small box out of his pocket. "For you, mademoiselle."
Drizella opened the box to find a lovely pair of emerald earrings.
"Oh Charles they're beautiful!" she said, "Thank you!"
"Would you like to put them on now?"
"Yes."
Charles brushed a lock of raven hair behind her ear as he fastened the gems in place.
"There," he said, "As beautiful as their owner."
"Charles, you flatter me!" Drizella said, "So what have you planned for us today?"
"How does a boat ride on the lake sound?"
"Perfect!" Drizella said.
"Let's be off then," he said, offering an arm which she gladly took.
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Meanwhile, Cinderella sat in the garden, having tea with Anastasia and her ladies in waiting. It had been a pleasant conversation so far, but she couldn't help noticing that one of her ladies was particularly silent today.
"You're awfully quiet today, Beatrice," she said, "Is something wrong?"
Beatrice sighed. "I was just thinking of my father. Today is his birthday."
"Oh," the princess said quietly, "I'm sorry."
A year ago, Beatrice's father had died of an apparent heart attack. It had been very sudden, leaving his daughter without a chance to say goodbye.
"He would've been fifty-five today," she said as she sipped her tea, not meeting anyone's eyes.
"My father would've been sixty-three," Daphne said, "I miss him so much."
"I miss my father too," Cinderella said.
"Oh look at me moping," Beatrice said, feeling suddenly ashamed, "At least I got to grow up with my father. You and Anastasia both lost yours as children!"
"It doesn't make any difference," Anastasia said, "It's rough at any age."
"But it must've been particularly hard for the two of you," Daphne said.
"Yes… It was," Cinderella said quietly, both her and her stepsister remembering the final moments of Lord Pierre Claude Tremaine.
Flashback:
Lord Pierre Claude Tremaine violently coughed blood into a tissue as his family stood by, awaiting the inevitable. His wife of a year and his stepdaughters stood across the room in the shadows, their faces expressionless, or at least they appeared to be from his angle. His sight was fading, so he couldn't really tell. But he could clearly see the tears streaming down the face of his biological daughter, his little princess Cinderella.
"Please, don't cry ma petit," he said, weakly bringing a hand to cradle her face, "You're much too pretty for tears."
"I can't help it Papa," she said sniffling.
Meanwhile her stepsisters were no strangers to the sorrow.
"Mother," Anastasia begged, "Please let me say goodbye to him."
They had not been a part of the Tremaine household for long, but Anastasia had already grown quite attached to her stepfather. He had been much kinder to her than her real father ever had been.
"It's not your place, Anastasia," her mother said, "Besides, you may catch his illness."
Drizella watched the scene with little emotion. She had wept heavily when her father died and been promptly told by her mother to hush and be an example for her little sister. She had never cried again since that day.
"Papa, please don't leave me," Cinderella cried as she grabbed his hand.
"We all must leave this world some time, ma petit," Pierre said, squeezing her hand, "But I'll never really be gone. Maman and I will always watch over you, and wait for you to join us."
He turned his face to the side to cough again.
"Cinderella," he said weakly, "I want you to promise me something."
"Anything, Papa."
"Promise me," he gasped, "Promise me that you'll always remain gentle and kind."
"I promise."
"And no matter what happens," Pierre said, turning aside to cough once more, "Never stop dreaming."
"I'll never stop dreaming, Papa," she said.
"That's my girl," he said, "That's my princess. I love you, Cinderella."
With that, he let out a deep sigh and his hand went limp in hers.
"Papa?" she asked, shaking him lightly as the realization hit her, "Papa!"
Cinderella buried her head in her arms and sobbed. Across the room, Anastasia let a tear fall too.
"Come girls," their mother said stoically, "Let's leave her be."
End Flashback:
"Lord Tremaine was a wonderful stepfather," Anastasia said reminiscently, "From the moment he put that ring on Mother's finger, he made us feel like we were his own. He was more of a father than my real father ever was."
"If he could only see us now," Cinderella said with a sad smile.
"He'd be so proud of you, Cinderella," Anastasia said, "He always saw you as a princess and now you really are one."
Cinderella blushed. "He was and always will be a king to me."
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"What a perfect day," Drizella said as her suitor rowed their boat across the lake, "You couldn't have picked a better day to do this."
Charles laughed. "I have excellent timing it seems."
"So how is that book coming along?" Drizella asked, referring to the short story he was writing based on her stepsister's life.
"It's coming along well," Charles said, "I'm changing a few little things here and there so people can't guess who its about, namely Cinderella's name. Instead, I'm going to call her Cendrillon."
"Ah, very subtle," Drizella said.
"And how are things at the castle?" Charles asked, "How is the little prince and Josette?"
"They're doing well," Drizella said, "Josette is such a feminine little girl. She loves to wear lots of jewelry and poofy gowns. It's so adorable. And Adam is so curious, though he can also be a bit stubborn sometimes."
"That's young boys for you," Charles said with a laugh.
"I think he's also starting to pick up on the king's temper. That part worries me a little."
"Well I'm sure he'll grow out of it," Charles said.
"I hope so," Drizella said.
The two sat in silence for a while, admiring how the sunlight sparkled on the water before Charles cleared his throat.
"Drizella," he said nervously, "Are you… happy with me?"
"Yes," she answered, "Very much so… Are you?"
"You have no idea how much," Charles said, "Drizella, from the moment I held your hand for the first time at that dinner party, I felt an instant connection between us. From that moment, I was determined to know you better, and as I did, I found myself falling more and more in love with you. I've been able to open up to you about all of my deepest fears and regrets without any fear of being judged."
"I felt the same way about you," Drizella said, "You were the first man I ever met that made me feel beautiful… that made me feel like I was special."
"I thought, after losing Suzanne and our unborn child, I would never find happiness again. But I found it with you. And there's only one thing that could make me even happier."
Nervously, he took a small box out from his pocket and opened it, revealing a diamond ring. "Drizella Charlotte Tremaine, will you marry me?"
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"Oh Adam!" Josette called as she, along with her aunt, mother, and servant friends, searched the castle for the last hider in their game, "Where are you?"
"He's really good at this," Emily said, "I don't see him anywhere! Maybe he knows how to turn invisible!"
"Don't be silly, Emily," Peter said, "There's no such thing as turning invisible!"
"Oh really?" she said haughtily, "And how would you know?"
"Because I know everything!" Peter said, holding his head up high.
"Peter," Cinderella said, "You shouldn't boast. It's not becoming of a gentleman."
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," he said with his head down.
"It's alright, Peter," said the princess as she glanced back and forth for places her son could be hiding, "Now where could he be?"
Looking towards one of the closed curtains, Cinderella noticed a small lump towards the bottom. She tapped Josette's shoulder.
"Josette, how about that curtain over there?"
Josette looked in the direction her aunt was pointing and smirked as she too saw the lump. She snuck quietly up to it, before yanking it open to find the little prince.
"Found you!" she shouted.
Adam quickly glanced around to see that everyone was with his cousin before proclaiming, "I win!"
"Good job, Prince Adam!" Emily said.
"Can we go play outside now, Maman?" Adam asked.
The young prince had wanted to go outside first, but all his playmates wanted to play inside because of the heat. Despite his insistence that he was the prince and they had to do what he said, the majority had won out in the adults' eyes.
"It should be a lot cooler out now that it's dusk," Anastasia said.
"What does everyone want to do?" Cinderella asked the children.
"Go outside!" Adam insisted.
"Adam," Cinderella said gently, but sternly, "Just because you want to go outside doesn't mean they want to. We have to come to an agreement."
"I don't mind going outside now," Emily said hesitantly.
"See?" Adam said.
Cinderella ignored her son though, and turned her gaze to Josette and Peter. "Josette, Peter, do you want to go outside?"
"Sure," Josette answered.
"I guess," said Peter.
"Alright, let's go," Anastasia said.
"YES!" Adam shouted.
The group of six went to the courtyard where they found the four eldest Potts children -Caleb, Katherine, Ian, and Sharon Mae- all playing jump rope.
"Hey," Adam said, "We wanna play too!"
"Adam," Cinderella said, "That's not how you ask others to join their games."
"May we please play with you?" Josette asked.
"Sure," Ian said.
"That was very polite, Josette," her mother said, "Good job."
Adam pouted, a little jealous that his older cousin had gotten praise instead of him.
"So who wants to go first?" Katherine asked.
"You go first Peter," Adam said, seeing a chance to show his mother and aunt he could be considerate, "You're the oldest."
Cinderella and Anastasia sat down on a bench between two rose bushes as they watched the children play, when suddenly Drizella came out, running towards them with a bright smile on her face.
"There you are!" she said, "I've been searching the whole castle for you!"
"Hello, Drizella," Cinderella said, "How was your day with Charles?"
"The best it could possibly be," Drizella said, "And I have the best news in the world!"
"Well?" Anastasia asked, "What is it?"
"I'm getting married!"
"Charles proposed?" Cinderella asked with wide eyes and a large smile.
Drizella nodded excitedly.
"Oh Drizella, congratulations!" the princess said, hugging her, "You two are so perfect for each other!"
"We should start planning the wedding right away!" Anastasia said, "Oh, Josette can be your flower girl!"
"And Adam can be your ring bearer!" Cinderella said.
"That would be wonderful!" Drizella said, "Thank you, both!"
On the topic of the young prince, they suddenly heard him cry out.
"That's no fair!" he shouted, "You cheated!"
"No, we didn't," Katherine argued, "You just tripped on the rope."
"Because you two were swinging it too fast!" Adam argued back, "You were trying to make me look bad in front of everyone!"
"Adam-" Ian began.
"PRINCE Adam!" the boy in question corrected.
"Prince Adam," Ian continued, "We went at the same speed for everyone. Some are just better at jump rope than others. Its okay!"
"No its not!" the young prince shouted, "I'm a prince! I have to be the best at everything!"
"Now, now," Cinderella said, walking up to the group of children, "What's all the fuss about?"
"Prince Adam tripped on the rope and fell," Emily explained.
"Because they were going too fast!" Adam insisted as he pointed at Ian and Katherine.
"They were going at the same speed as everyone else, Adam," Josette said, "You just aren't as good as some of the others yet."
"How dare you say that about me!"
"Adam," Cinderella said sternly, "Come with me."
Adam's entire demeanor changed at his mother's tone of voice. He knew he was about to get reprimanded.
"You all can continue," Cinderella said to the rest of the group, "Prince Adam will join you again shortly."
Adam took his mother's hand and quietly followed her away from the others, head down. Cinderella knelt down to her son's level.
"Adam," she said, "Look at me."
He obeyed.
"Adam, you can't get so angry and yell at people all the time for small things."
"But Grandpapa yells at people all the time," Adam said.
"Just because Grandpapa loses his temper a lot doesn't mean it's right. He shouldn't behave that way either. Josette wasn't trying to insult you. A lot of your friends have been playing jump rope for a much longer time than you have. So naturally they're going to be better at it. But if you practice as much as they do, you'll eventually get better. Now can you go join your friends again and be a good sport this time?"
"Okay, Maman," he said as his aunts walked over.
"And look who it is!" Cinderella said as she noticed it, "Your Aunt Drizzy has some exciting news to share, Adam?"
"What is it, Aunt Drizzy?" the young prince asked.
"Charles and I are going to get married," the woman in question said.
"Really?!" Adam said, "Does that mean Charles will be my uncle?!"
"It does!" she said.
"Oh boy!" Adam shouted as he ran to his friends, "Hey everyone! Guess what?"
The three sisters smiled as they watched the little prince happily share the news of Drizella's engagement.
"This family is getting bigger," Anastasia said.
"Indeed," said Cinderella, "And I couldn't be happier."
It seemed that her son would get everything she was never able to have.
The song quoted here is yet another Guillaume de Machaut piece.
Translation:
Fortune has treated me, I believe,
Just as I've told you here;
For once I abounded in
Every sort of joy.
But now with a single twist she's brought me so low
That my laughter has turned to bitter tears
And all the good I had
Is left behind.
For the beauty to whom my heart is devoted,
Whom I could not love more,
Now I would not dare
Look her in the face
I hope I made it clear to my mature readers what Lumsie did without my younger readers catching on. I have no clue what to put in the next chapter so let me know what you want to see. If you haven't yet taken the poll on my profile pertaining to this story, please do that as well. Hopefully the next chapter will be out by Christmas, but I can't make any promises. Please leave a review if you liked this. To quote Wotso videos:
Have a magical day!