Title: Illicit Passion
Author(s): Cascata
Series: Vision of Escaflowne
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M (for later content)
Chapter: Introduction
Disclaimer: I've no claim to any of the Vision of Escaflowne characters, storyline belonging to the anime/manga, or the like. I do, however, lay claim to my version of what happened prior to the series and any characters of my own creation.
Author's Note: Yep. You're gonna hate me, I'm doing a bit of house cleaning and decided to slowly work at rewriting my various fanfics. I've even started working more on my website… once every so often anyway. Anyway, without further adieu… the revision of the introduction for Illicit Passion.
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Marline Aston. The name itself is cursed from birth, and of all the people it could have been matched with I seemed to be the most appropriate for it. Or perhaps it is revenge for something I've done in a previous life. While the name reflects the perfection and obedience those in court witnessed, I was far from the perfect little princess they'd all come to adore. Perhaps pondering over the life I had and the burden of my heritage should be the last of the things racing through my thoughts. Not that it matters, my life is currently slipping away and there is no way to prevent that.
Allen Schezar. A name as cursed as my own, though more through destiny than his family name. He deserved far better than I'd given him; that illicit pleasure. Why do I think of him as I lie here, dying? Perhaps it is because he was my first love; that would be it. And now that I find him in my thoughts I am unable to push him away. Such a cruel fate it is to remember my lover as I lie here, dying in a pool of my own blood before the eyes of my beloved duke.
As much as I wish to push him from my mind, the memory of his sweet lips caressing mine, sending my heart aflutter in the depths of my belly intrude all other thoughts. Each passionate kiss that had set my mind into a chaotic bliss I could almost feel now… were I standing my legs would fail me.
My Lord Husband's hands enclose around mine and he asks me to stay, his eyes pleading as my former lover's had when I was sent to be wed. While I wanted nothing more than to focus on my husband and tell him I love him, my last breath caught in my throat as I recalled Allen's soft smile. The smile that had won my heart.
