A/n Many Apologies as to the lateness of this chapter. I've had exams and
then a bit of Writers Block and some random stories kicking around in my
head. ANYWAY I've got it now and I'll try to update more regularly from now
on.
It was too bright, Lily decided. The walls of General Potier's receiving room were a light cream colour that matched the curtains and the lush carpeting. Sunlight poured in from all directions and breezes swept in the open windows. Yes, she thought to herself again. Much to bright for such a horrible man.
"Ladies...or should I say Mademoiselles." General James jested at their current situation, an impertinence that Lily did not take to.
"I beg your pardon General" she said indignantly. "I refuse to allow you to speak to me in such a manner. Please, tell us why we are in your home and stop wasting my time."
"Aren't we snippy today? Very well I shall be out with it, but first we must play a game." The General looked amusedly as Lily rolled her eyes and tapped her newly manicured nails on the arm of her chair.
"Let us find out what means the most to the new mademoiselles Thérèse and Lilee hmm?"
"Enough with guessing games," Thérèse said angrily. "Tell us why you have given us freedom, while you know very well..." She trailed off and exchanged a horrified look with Lily.
"And we have a winner!" James said sarcastically, smirking at the two women. "Welcome to your knew prison ladies." He gave an exaggerated bow as guards in red coats filed into the room.
"Mon Dieu!" Lily whispered to herself. "It can't be true..."
The ladies were escorted into separate rooms, and Lily felt a rush of fear roll over her. Why was she in a bedroom? Was it his bedroom? Was he planning on... Her mind trailed off as she shook her head and tried to clear the butterflies of anxiety in her stomach. Though the general was n evil man, she was sure he had enough honour in him not to... again her mind refused to go any further. She made a break for the door only to find that it had been locked, she banged on it until a gruff voice outside told her sharply to shut up. She cuddled into a corner and put her face into the silk of her new dress. Tears wet her face and the once proud Lilee Evans lost all hope, and cradled herself as she wept.
It was too bright, Lily decided. The walls of General Potier's receiving room were a light cream colour that matched the curtains and the lush carpeting. Sunlight poured in from all directions and breezes swept in the open windows. Yes, she thought to herself again. Much to bright for such a horrible man.
"Ladies...or should I say Mademoiselles." General James jested at their current situation, an impertinence that Lily did not take to.
"I beg your pardon General" she said indignantly. "I refuse to allow you to speak to me in such a manner. Please, tell us why we are in your home and stop wasting my time."
"Aren't we snippy today? Very well I shall be out with it, but first we must play a game." The General looked amusedly as Lily rolled her eyes and tapped her newly manicured nails on the arm of her chair.
"Let us find out what means the most to the new mademoiselles Thérèse and Lilee hmm?"
"Enough with guessing games," Thérèse said angrily. "Tell us why you have given us freedom, while you know very well..." She trailed off and exchanged a horrified look with Lily.
"And we have a winner!" James said sarcastically, smirking at the two women. "Welcome to your knew prison ladies." He gave an exaggerated bow as guards in red coats filed into the room.
"Mon Dieu!" Lily whispered to herself. "It can't be true..."
The ladies were escorted into separate rooms, and Lily felt a rush of fear roll over her. Why was she in a bedroom? Was it his bedroom? Was he planning on... Her mind trailed off as she shook her head and tried to clear the butterflies of anxiety in her stomach. Though the general was n evil man, she was sure he had enough honour in him not to... again her mind refused to go any further. She made a break for the door only to find that it had been locked, she banged on it until a gruff voice outside told her sharply to shut up. She cuddled into a corner and put her face into the silk of her new dress. Tears wet her face and the once proud Lilee Evans lost all hope, and cradled herself as she wept.