Chapter 6
By XellAn-Chan
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"And do you, Gratien Gabriev, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, as long as you both shall live?"
Gloree watched the wedding of her second eldest brother with minute interest. No matter how Gratien and Luna felt about one another, their marriage had still been arranged. The young lady didn't think it was right for some one to be forced into spending the rest of their life with some one. The bride and groom certainly looked happy enough, but Gloree was certain she'd never come to love any one her father arranged for her to marry.
She had seen -earlier, before the wedding- her father talking with Idris. Both men were smiling and Gloree had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The feast was lavish, the wines were made from the finest of grapes, and the guests were in a whorl of gaiety. Lord Gabriev had commissioned the gypsies to perform, which lifted Gloree's spirits.
Dolphin, Xellos and Phibrizio danced around the room together again. The girl appeared to be very at peace as she whirled her brother around. Phibby was laughing joyously, his eyes lit with pleasure. Xellos' amethyst eyes were planted on Gloree and she blushed every time he smiled at her. He was wearing her cross -which she'd given him- around his neck and every now and then light hit the sapphire and it shimmered. The bells of the bracelet, likewise, tinkled merrily every time she moved.
Their joy, however, like all good things, ended when what they feared would happen happened.
After the feast, Gabriel stood up with Idris at his side. The room fell silent. Xellos' whole family looked at Lord Gabriev, The gypsy boy could feel his heart pounding within his chest as his mother held him close to her. "T'will be all right," Zelas whispered, "T'will be all right..." He looked at her, terror in his eyes. "Nay, Momma. She's to be married and t'won't be to me." He said sadly. "Oh, Child..."
The boy was right. Gabriel was indeed announcing the impending marriage of his daughter. "I am pleases to share with ye all the news that my only daughter, Gloree, is to wed Idris of Sarasaura. And, seeing as he is quite eager to complete the union, Brother Barthelomey has agreed to marry them tomorrow."
Gloree felt like her heart was being torn to shreds. Tomorrow?! He wanted her to be married tomorrow?! She buried her head in her hands, tears running down her face. Xellos pulled form his momma's grasp and ran from the room. Phibrizio burst into tears. He had come to love Gloree and he didn't understand why she couldn't be with Xellos. Dolphin pulled him into her lap. And she just sat there, singing softly, the child sobbing in her arms.
" You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide.. yes
And there's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry..."
Gloree looked at Dolphin, sitting there and smiling her queer little smile. The older girl looked so placid, so peaceful. Gloree wanted to be like that; numb, unfeeling, free of any pain.
"What is wrong, My Dear?" Idris' syrupy voice was in her ear. "You seem not pleased." She turned away. "I am not pleased." She said curtly. He grinned. "Why? We are to be married in the morn." Silently, she stared at Dolphin, so empty and free. Nay, she thought, we shan't be married. For I will not be here, come the morrow...
She pushed back her chair. "Excuse me." She strode out of the room, out of the manor and into the evening.
Xellos was sitting in the courtyard, his knees drawn up to his chest. The cross was in his hand and he stared at it.
"I won't marry him." She said softly. Startled, he looked up. "What will yeh do?" He asked solemnly. She sat beside him, her head rested on his shoulder. "Yehr Momma...would she be willing to leave tonight?" He looked at her. "If yeh were to come...mayhaps." "I will come." "Yeh'd do that for me?" "I would. T'is a precious thing, love. And I don't want to waste a day."
He smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes like diamonds. "I will gladly take yeh away from all of this. My family has become so fond of yeh...even Gaav." "And yeh?" "I love yeh, Gloree." A pleased look crossed her face. "I will come to thee by the moonlight. Wait for me."
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AN: the end is nearing. will they make it away? this one's for you, Misha. i hope someday we can all rise above and love will find away to grace every one without the social class obstructions.
the song included is "The River" by Garth Brooks, which i will never own the rights to and if you think i do, you're as crazy as Dolphin...
"When we're torn apart, battered and scarred, love has the grace to save us."
-Sarah Evans
By XellAn-Chan
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"And do you, Gratien Gabriev, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and cherish, as long as you both shall live?"
Gloree watched the wedding of her second eldest brother with minute interest. No matter how Gratien and Luna felt about one another, their marriage had still been arranged. The young lady didn't think it was right for some one to be forced into spending the rest of their life with some one. The bride and groom certainly looked happy enough, but Gloree was certain she'd never come to love any one her father arranged for her to marry.
She had seen -earlier, before the wedding- her father talking with Idris. Both men were smiling and Gloree had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
The feast was lavish, the wines were made from the finest of grapes, and the guests were in a whorl of gaiety. Lord Gabriev had commissioned the gypsies to perform, which lifted Gloree's spirits.
Dolphin, Xellos and Phibrizio danced around the room together again. The girl appeared to be very at peace as she whirled her brother around. Phibby was laughing joyously, his eyes lit with pleasure. Xellos' amethyst eyes were planted on Gloree and she blushed every time he smiled at her. He was wearing her cross -which she'd given him- around his neck and every now and then light hit the sapphire and it shimmered. The bells of the bracelet, likewise, tinkled merrily every time she moved.
Their joy, however, like all good things, ended when what they feared would happen happened.
After the feast, Gabriel stood up with Idris at his side. The room fell silent. Xellos' whole family looked at Lord Gabriev, The gypsy boy could feel his heart pounding within his chest as his mother held him close to her. "T'will be all right," Zelas whispered, "T'will be all right..." He looked at her, terror in his eyes. "Nay, Momma. She's to be married and t'won't be to me." He said sadly. "Oh, Child..."
The boy was right. Gabriel was indeed announcing the impending marriage of his daughter. "I am pleases to share with ye all the news that my only daughter, Gloree, is to wed Idris of Sarasaura. And, seeing as he is quite eager to complete the union, Brother Barthelomey has agreed to marry them tomorrow."
Gloree felt like her heart was being torn to shreds. Tomorrow?! He wanted her to be married tomorrow?! She buried her head in her hands, tears running down her face. Xellos pulled form his momma's grasp and ran from the room. Phibrizio burst into tears. He had come to love Gloree and he didn't understand why she couldn't be with Xellos. Dolphin pulled him into her lap. And she just sat there, singing softly, the child sobbing in her arms.
" You know a dream is like a river
Ever changin' as it flows
And a dreamer's just a vessel
That must follow where it goes
Trying to learn from what's behind you
And never knowing what's in store
Makes each day a constant battle
Just to stay between the shores.. and
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Too many times we stand aside
And let the waters slip away
'Til what we put off 'til tomorrow
Has now become today
So don't you sit upon the shoreline
And say you're satisfied
Choose to chance the rapids
And dare to dance the tide.. yes
And there's bound to be rough waters
And I know I'll take some falls
But with the good Lord as my captain
I can make it through them all.. yes
I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry
Like a bird upon the wind
These waters are my sky
I'll never reach my destination
If I never try
So I will sail my vessel
'Til the river runs dry..."
Gloree looked at Dolphin, sitting there and smiling her queer little smile. The older girl looked so placid, so peaceful. Gloree wanted to be like that; numb, unfeeling, free of any pain.
"What is wrong, My Dear?" Idris' syrupy voice was in her ear. "You seem not pleased." She turned away. "I am not pleased." She said curtly. He grinned. "Why? We are to be married in the morn." Silently, she stared at Dolphin, so empty and free. Nay, she thought, we shan't be married. For I will not be here, come the morrow...
She pushed back her chair. "Excuse me." She strode out of the room, out of the manor and into the evening.
Xellos was sitting in the courtyard, his knees drawn up to his chest. The cross was in his hand and he stared at it.
"I won't marry him." She said softly. Startled, he looked up. "What will yeh do?" He asked solemnly. She sat beside him, her head rested on his shoulder. "Yehr Momma...would she be willing to leave tonight?" He looked at her. "If yeh were to come...mayhaps." "I will come." "Yeh'd do that for me?" "I would. T'is a precious thing, love. And I don't want to waste a day."
He smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes like diamonds. "I will gladly take yeh away from all of this. My family has become so fond of yeh...even Gaav." "And yeh?" "I love yeh, Gloree." A pleased look crossed her face. "I will come to thee by the moonlight. Wait for me."
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AN: the end is nearing. will they make it away? this one's for you, Misha. i hope someday we can all rise above and love will find away to grace every one without the social class obstructions.
the song included is "The River" by Garth Brooks, which i will never own the rights to and if you think i do, you're as crazy as Dolphin...
"When we're torn apart, battered and scarred, love has the grace to save us."
-Sarah Evans