Chapter 2
"Marguerite. You're awake." Spinning around a saw Prince Henry climbing off his horse. Quickly I went down on all fours and began pleading.
"Please Sire. Do not take me back to Le Piue! I will do whatever you please. Please Sire!" I cried over and over again. All I heard was a chuckle. "Non-sense Marguerite. In the condition you're in I will not be sending you anywhere but the castle." He replied. My head shot up.
"Why?" I asked curiously. "Do you not wish hate upon me?" I almost regretted asking him. "Marguerite, we all make mistakes. You cannot blame yourself forever. I believe you've made up for what you've done and I forgive you. However I don't know how lenient your sister and stepsister will be."
"Aye. My Lord." I sniffled.
"Oh Henry please. Leave the poor girl alone. Can't you see she's been to hell?" Gustave asked. Then the men quickly began to bicker and it gave me enough time to think of a story to explain. If they knew I escaped I'd surely be put to death without a second thought, or even returned to Le Piue and tortured there.
Henry then began to speak to me however I hadn't realized it until he put his hand on my back.
"Awww!" I cried as pain shot everywhere within my backside. As if Henry were testing the temperature of scalding water he pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong?" He asked concerned. Both men were now at my sides. Luckily my hair covered what lashes my dress could not. "Nothing." I lied. I hurt like hell.
Before I could, Henry moved my hair. "Liar." Was all he said. "No really I'm fine." I stood and backed away. I was frightened. But what relaxed me were Gustave's eyes. How calm yet concerned they were. Why was he being this way? After everything I've put him through?
Slowly he stood, slowly I backed away. "Marguerite please. Let's have a look at your back." I shook my head. I feared every touch. Tears began streaking my cheeks. Slowly Gustave raised his hand to take mine.
His fingers were soft and long. They welcomed mine and I suddenly felt as if this was fate. This was supposed to be happening. And sure enough I was obeying his every command.
"That's a good girl Marguerite." Henry soothed. I sighed as I felt Gustave's hands un-fastening my chemise. I shivered feeling the cool nights air massage my wounds. "Marguerite…" Was all I heard Gustave say. "Oh my God." Came from Henry.
"Marguerite. You're awake." Spinning around a saw Prince Henry climbing off his horse. Quickly I went down on all fours and began pleading.
"Please Sire. Do not take me back to Le Piue! I will do whatever you please. Please Sire!" I cried over and over again. All I heard was a chuckle. "Non-sense Marguerite. In the condition you're in I will not be sending you anywhere but the castle." He replied. My head shot up.
"Why?" I asked curiously. "Do you not wish hate upon me?" I almost regretted asking him. "Marguerite, we all make mistakes. You cannot blame yourself forever. I believe you've made up for what you've done and I forgive you. However I don't know how lenient your sister and stepsister will be."
"Aye. My Lord." I sniffled.
"Oh Henry please. Leave the poor girl alone. Can't you see she's been to hell?" Gustave asked. Then the men quickly began to bicker and it gave me enough time to think of a story to explain. If they knew I escaped I'd surely be put to death without a second thought, or even returned to Le Piue and tortured there.
Henry then began to speak to me however I hadn't realized it until he put his hand on my back.
"Awww!" I cried as pain shot everywhere within my backside. As if Henry were testing the temperature of scalding water he pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong?" He asked concerned. Both men were now at my sides. Luckily my hair covered what lashes my dress could not. "Nothing." I lied. I hurt like hell.
Before I could, Henry moved my hair. "Liar." Was all he said. "No really I'm fine." I stood and backed away. I was frightened. But what relaxed me were Gustave's eyes. How calm yet concerned they were. Why was he being this way? After everything I've put him through?
Slowly he stood, slowly I backed away. "Marguerite please. Let's have a look at your back." I shook my head. I feared every touch. Tears began streaking my cheeks. Slowly Gustave raised his hand to take mine.
His fingers were soft and long. They welcomed mine and I suddenly felt as if this was fate. This was supposed to be happening. And sure enough I was obeying his every command.
"That's a good girl Marguerite." Henry soothed. I sighed as I felt Gustave's hands un-fastening my chemise. I shivered feeling the cool nights air massage my wounds. "Marguerite…" Was all I heard Gustave say. "Oh my God." Came from Henry.