A/N... General James Potier's guards found Lily and Thérèse because one of
the people in the little town recognised them from the papers. Thérèse had
some extra money she had taken from her manor before they had escaped, and
she used some of her wages from the bakery to by the hair clips. And its
ore just a decoration, not an actual wig. The fic is more or less love/hate
and it's very fast, not like they hate each other with a passion and then
become lovey dovey. It's more hating each other with a passion to loving
each other passionately.
Thanks for your review,
Blonde and Beautiful
***
Lily couldn't see where she was was, but was pretty sure she knew where she and Thérèse were headed. She dimly wondered about the dagger still nestled in her fiery hair, but pushed the thought away. The guards crushed between Lily and Thérèse were very large. It was unlikely that Lily could slit the throat of one without being impaled by the other. Besides, it wasn't as if she had the courage to do so.
The carriage pulled to an abrupt stop, and pulled Lily out of the haze that was her thoughts. Lily and Thérèse squinted against the noon sunlight after being kept in so dismal a carriage overnight.
"Well well. The belle of the ball. I remember you well." General James Pottier gave Lily a cocky smile. He then shifted his gaze to Thérèse, who stared defiantly back.
"I certainly remember you Lady Thérèse. Just for that smack alone you were destined for a prison cell."
His hard blue eyes shifted back again to Lily. "Though you Mon Cherie." He said suavely. " Could save yourself." He placed a hand under her chin and yanked her mouth toward him. "For a price." Grinning wickedly he let her go. "What do you say my lady?"
She spat in his face and muttered a colourful phrase. He smacked her face so hard she fell to the ground. "Well then, you'll just join your pathetic friend won't you?"
Thérèse launched herself at the General but to no avail. The guards held her back and the General merely grabbed Lily and stood her up. He mashed his lips against her own delicate ones and glanced at her eyes. They glimmered a brilliant green with unshed tears and Lily looked at the ground in shame.
"Once more chance Cheri." He whispered.
"Never!" she growled, and the last thing Lily saw was a backhand, before everything went black.
***
"Lily...Lily...LILY!" Thérèse lightly touched the side of Lily's face that had a purple bruise from the Generals slap.
Lily slowly regained consciousness and the acrid smell of unwashed bodies and waste filled her nose. Waving her hand vigorously in front of her nose, she felt her head clear and a watery version of Thérèse's pretty face slowly come into focus.
"Oh Mon Cheri! Are you alright?" Tears coursing down her face, Thérèse crushed Lily against her.
"Where are we Thérèse?" Lily whispered, and looked around.
"Le bâtard." Thérèse muttered. "He has stuck us in a prison with the rest of the ladies we once knew. As if laughing at us all, reduced to little more than common criminals."
Lily knew every face in that cell, yet none were those of her family or close friends. Out of the shadows came a voice.
"You ran didn't you?" An old crone wobbled out of the darkness and thumped down next to Lily. Her teeth were all black and grizzled gray hair stuck out from her head. Her eyes were a deep blue, and must have one been beautiful.
"Oh, I know you well Lilee Èvans. I've seen you in my dreams, my visions."
Lily stared back, completely petrified but too proud to show it.
"I won't hurt you dearie, or you Thérèse Beurhanis." She took each of their hands in hers, which were suprisingly soft.
"I have a message, most importantly for you Lilee, for your life will be far more complicated than Thérèse's. France will rise again, and one man will lead it. There will be so much turmoil, and you two will be at the heart of it. Thérèse, be yourself. While others keep their laughter inside and act like demure ladies, you must be the light in everyone's heart, and you will be in one particular man." She winked at Thérèse who looked extremely confused.
"Lilee, you will fall deeply and passionately in love. It will win you a crown, and cost you your life." Lily looked startled. "Oh but what a life it will be Cheri! So live the shortest most wondrous life anyone can offer, or you can live long in the shadows. Which do you chose?"
The old woman sighed deeply and touched Lily's face with her long bony fingers. One last, long look at Thérèse and she was gone. They never saw her again.
Thanks for your review,
Blonde and Beautiful
***
Lily couldn't see where she was was, but was pretty sure she knew where she and Thérèse were headed. She dimly wondered about the dagger still nestled in her fiery hair, but pushed the thought away. The guards crushed between Lily and Thérèse were very large. It was unlikely that Lily could slit the throat of one without being impaled by the other. Besides, it wasn't as if she had the courage to do so.
The carriage pulled to an abrupt stop, and pulled Lily out of the haze that was her thoughts. Lily and Thérèse squinted against the noon sunlight after being kept in so dismal a carriage overnight.
"Well well. The belle of the ball. I remember you well." General James Pottier gave Lily a cocky smile. He then shifted his gaze to Thérèse, who stared defiantly back.
"I certainly remember you Lady Thérèse. Just for that smack alone you were destined for a prison cell."
His hard blue eyes shifted back again to Lily. "Though you Mon Cherie." He said suavely. " Could save yourself." He placed a hand under her chin and yanked her mouth toward him. "For a price." Grinning wickedly he let her go. "What do you say my lady?"
She spat in his face and muttered a colourful phrase. He smacked her face so hard she fell to the ground. "Well then, you'll just join your pathetic friend won't you?"
Thérèse launched herself at the General but to no avail. The guards held her back and the General merely grabbed Lily and stood her up. He mashed his lips against her own delicate ones and glanced at her eyes. They glimmered a brilliant green with unshed tears and Lily looked at the ground in shame.
"Once more chance Cheri." He whispered.
"Never!" she growled, and the last thing Lily saw was a backhand, before everything went black.
***
"Lily...Lily...LILY!" Thérèse lightly touched the side of Lily's face that had a purple bruise from the Generals slap.
Lily slowly regained consciousness and the acrid smell of unwashed bodies and waste filled her nose. Waving her hand vigorously in front of her nose, she felt her head clear and a watery version of Thérèse's pretty face slowly come into focus.
"Oh Mon Cheri! Are you alright?" Tears coursing down her face, Thérèse crushed Lily against her.
"Where are we Thérèse?" Lily whispered, and looked around.
"Le bâtard." Thérèse muttered. "He has stuck us in a prison with the rest of the ladies we once knew. As if laughing at us all, reduced to little more than common criminals."
Lily knew every face in that cell, yet none were those of her family or close friends. Out of the shadows came a voice.
"You ran didn't you?" An old crone wobbled out of the darkness and thumped down next to Lily. Her teeth were all black and grizzled gray hair stuck out from her head. Her eyes were a deep blue, and must have one been beautiful.
"Oh, I know you well Lilee Èvans. I've seen you in my dreams, my visions."
Lily stared back, completely petrified but too proud to show it.
"I won't hurt you dearie, or you Thérèse Beurhanis." She took each of their hands in hers, which were suprisingly soft.
"I have a message, most importantly for you Lilee, for your life will be far more complicated than Thérèse's. France will rise again, and one man will lead it. There will be so much turmoil, and you two will be at the heart of it. Thérèse, be yourself. While others keep their laughter inside and act like demure ladies, you must be the light in everyone's heart, and you will be in one particular man." She winked at Thérèse who looked extremely confused.
"Lilee, you will fall deeply and passionately in love. It will win you a crown, and cost you your life." Lily looked startled. "Oh but what a life it will be Cheri! So live the shortest most wondrous life anyone can offer, or you can live long in the shadows. Which do you chose?"
The old woman sighed deeply and touched Lily's face with her long bony fingers. One last, long look at Thérèse and she was gone. They never saw her again.