Characters
Iago- Villain with a past
Cassio- The happy fool with a dark secret
Roderigo- Innocent boy with unrequited love
Othello- The moor of Venice
Desdimona- Has personal linen in the wrong place at the wrong time
Emillia- Strong in spirit, but not strong enough
Bianca- Caught up in this whole stupid mess
Part two: Emillia
Emillia hadn't wanted to get married, the idea had never appealed to her. As a child she had wanted to be the pope, but soon found out that only a man could be a pope (and had to be a priest at that). At thirteen she was forced to meet her fiancé, and then had quickly changed her mind about marriage. Iago was the most beautiful she had ever seen, his raven black hair and icy blue eyes almost swept her away, he had looked especially daring in the long black coat he wore, a little dangerous even. He had seemed at ease in the whole uncomfortable situation, something she had to respect. During the whole visit he said but one word to her and kissed her hand, she was breathless the whole time and had almost fainted. Later, Emillia dreamed of the day that she would marry him. They would live in a big fancy house with lots of servants; she would have pretty gowns and lots of gold jewelry and as many shoes as she wanted. Iago would love her more than anything else in the world, he would promise to buy her the moon and stars and she would giggle at the suggestion but secretly love it. They would have lots of children and he would love them all, even if they were girls. She wanted to kiss him, run her fingers through his hair and do all sorts of unmentionable things. He wedding day was the best day in her life, he had looked like a fallen angel, brooding, but saying the vows with such feeling. After the reception she had been led to the bed room, blushing like a commoner and tripping over her own feet. He left and she had gotten undressed and had waited, and waited. He didn't return until first light and then quickly fell asleep; he never touched her that night. In a month of marriage he hadn't touched her once; she couldn't understand what she was doing wrong. She tried her hardest to please him, dressing provocatively and waking him with kisses and touches, he would still push her away. She didn't know what she was doing wrong, was it her face? Her nose was a little big, and she hadn't lost the baby fat from her cheeks. Was it her body? She was a little skinny after all, even though she tried to eat as much as she could. She hated herself for not being able to please him, she knew he was seeing someone else, she wasn't stupid. She saw it in his eyes; she saw the marks on his body, even though he tried to hide them. Emillia sighed and put down the handkerchief, she stared at the pile in front of her and her eyes welled with tears. Her husband didn't love her; her friends had husbands of their own so they didn't come around often, she was so lonely. She sniffed and a tear ran down her face, she had no one to talk to, besides Bianca, and she had the feeling that Bianca was keeping something from her. For a moment she was filled with an unnamable rage, at her husband for not being a husband, at her family for putting her into this situation, at all her friends for living their own happy lives. She slammed her fists on the table, making a mug fall off and shatter. That made her snap back to reality, the tears by now were coursing down her face and her body was wracked with sobs. She had to get out of the house, she would go crazy otherwise. She grabbed her purse and a shawl to cover her head and ran out the door, brushing past Bianca. "Mi'lady Emillia!" she called out, but Emillia refused to listen. All her life she had listened to what people had told her, but now she was far past listening.