Story timeline: Oscar has gone to the ball in a dress a short time ago

Characters: mainly Oscar and André : I don't own these characters

Fandom: Rose of Versailles

Original author: Peach

Where to find the original version: excessfanfiction, romance

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Chapter 7

The next morning, Amber decided to go seduce André. Even if she wasn't in love with him, she still wanted him. Just to know he had been hers, and that by that fact alone, Oscar would suffer a lot. That morning, André was in the stables, busy brushing the horses, and Amber gladly took advantage of the fact that he was alone to 'attack' him. However Oscar, having had a bad feeling, had followed her and was spying on them secretly.

Am: "Good morning, André!" Amber purred with a sexy voice.

A: "Good morning!"

Am: "Are you taking care of the horses again?"

A: "Yes."

Am: "All alone?"

A: "Why do you even bother asking? You can see very well there's nobody else in here."

Am: "Say André… have you ever made love in a pile of straw? "

A: "What are you talking about?" André replied, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

Am: "They say it's awfully exciting." Amber continued while approaching him softly.

A: "…Hm, maybe. I'll talk about it with Oscar."

Am: "Wouldn't you prefer to do it with a real woman?"

O: "That bitch!" Oscar snarled in a hushed voice.

A: "I already have a real woman. You forget a bit quickly I'm together with Oscar it seems."

Am: "Oscar dresses and behaves as a man. It must be frustrating for you to not be able to hold a real woman in your arms." Amber purred, while putting her arms around his neck. Oscar clenched her fists.

A: "I love Oscar more than anything else, and I would never hurt her. Even more, you're not my type. Just go away."

Am: "On the contrary, you should let yourself be spoiled by me. I'm very talented and probably a lot softer and more responsive than Oscar could ever be. I promise you won't regret it. Now kiss me."

A: "No! Stop this stupid game! It's ridiculous!"

Am: "Now now! Don't be so annoying! I want you, André!"

Amber approached him again to kiss him, but he pushed her away once more. At that moment, Oscar decided to make her appearance as well.

A: "Oscar?"

O: "André's mine, Amber, leave him alone!"

Am: "…"

Oscar ran to André and put her arms around him. Tears had gathered in the corners of her eyes, but André didn't see it.

O: "André's mine, we love each other and you'll never succeed in separating us. I won't let anyone else have him. Did you hear me: anyone!"

Amber seemed to recognize a flame of rage burning in her eyes, and quickly saved herself. Meanwhile, André was left speechless in front of such an attitude from Oscar's part. She played the role of the jealous wife perfectly, but was this really an actress' work? Oscar fled from him before he could talk to her, and he wasn't quick enough to hold her back. She ran on the beach for a long time, until she was completely exhausted. She needed to think.

O: "Why did I get angry like that? Why all this jealousy? Oh, why did I felt so much like crying when I heard André's words?... Because they're all lies. Does that mean I want to believe in those words? Is that why all this is happening? I don't know anymore what to think about all of this!" Oscar thought while she felt the fresh sea-wind blow through her hair.

She sat down and began thinking about all what had happened.

O: "In the beginning, it was nothing more but a game! A simple ,childish game! So why can't I stop thinking about him now? Why can I feel myself melt when he does no more than even look at me? Why…why? Why do I keep getting these impure thoughts and desires since we shared that kiss?"

Oscar stayed a long time alone on that deserted beach. When the sky started darkening, and rain began to pour down from heaven, she didn't even seem to notice. And even when nightfall came, she didn't pay any attention to it. She kept asking herself the same questions over and over, but it was no use. She was undeniable falling in love with her childhood friend. Tears rolled over her cheeks to end up falling on the cold sand.

O: "What am I going to do now? How could I ever stand his loving words, his tender eyes, his hugs and his kisses when I actually know deep inside that they're all fake? Oh Lord, please help me… Everything is so confused in my mind. I should never let anyone know about these feelings, especially not him. Just lock them up deep inside me…maybe they'll go away if I just wait long enough. I don't want to lose him because of this…"

During that time, everyone at the mansion was worrying a lot.

MrsJ: "Oscar should have returned by now. Why isn't she here?"

G: "I'm starting to worry for her."

An: "Has something happened to her?"

Mo: "André! Haven't you got an idea as to where she might be?"

A: "I've never stopped searching her during more than 2 hours already, but I haven't found any clue yet. "

Ma: "Maybe because the one she's hiding from is you?"

A: "What do you mean?"

Mo: "We already know Amber had set her eyes on you. I'm disappointed in you André, how could you give in so easily? Have you even thought one moment about Oscar at all?"

A: "I would never cheat on Oscar. I didn't give in to Amber's attempts to seduce me. Tell them, Amber."

Am: "…"

H: "That silence is a confession you did."

A: "No! Absolutely not! I've done nothing with Amber!"

Mo: "Look! There's Oscar!"

Oscar finally reached home again, trembling on her feet and soaking wet. Everyone immediately rushed over to her. Her mother took her in her arms and rocked her back and forth as if she were as fragile as a baby.

MrsJ: "Oscar, dear! We were so worried! Where were you? But… your eyes are completely red….Have you been crying?"

Ma: "What did I tell you? It's André's fault! What have you done with Amber?"

A: "What? Nothing happened, what are you talking about! Stop accusing me randomly!"

Oscar began to cry again and ran off to her room as fast as she could. She burst into tears on her bed.

O:"I can't do this! All my body becomes burning hot when I'm near him. I can't stand this anymore!" She thought, while endless tears ran down her cheeks.

André came in and lied down next to her.

A: "What's the matter? Please, Oscar! Tell me what's wrong!"

O: "…"

A: "What's happening to you, love? Talk to me, please! I can't stand seeing you cry like that."

Oscar turned around and flung herself in his arms, hot tears falling down more than ever.

O: "If only you'd know, André…"

A: "Will you tell me?"

Oscar didn't answer him. She continued crying. André hugged her closer to him, hoping to bring her some comfort in her pain. After a long time, she finally fell asleep like that, emotionally completely exhausted. Meanwhile Angélique, who was secretly watching them, silently closed the door

She joined the others.

H: "So?"

An: "She fell asleep in his arms."

Ma: "What?"

Mo: "Then it can't be André's fault she's like that. If he had cheated on her, she'd probably already have killed him for it."

An: "Maybe Amber has done something to her again?"

Am: "Whatever! Just blame it on me, like always! But André hasn't given in! I give up for the moment being!"

Amber, Morgane, Marianne and Hortense left the room, leaving Angélique alone with Granny and their mother.

MrsJ: "Angélique, do you know something more about this?"

An: "It seems whole this situation has turned against Oscar. If only you two had seen how peaceful she looked when she was in his arms…"

G: "What do you mean?"

An: "It seems there's a really high probability that our little Oscar has played the game a little bit too well, and has fallen in love with André for real."

MrsJ: "What? But that's impossible!"

An: "Of course it's possible! We're in a transitional phase right now, and Oscar must have forgotten the difference between her acting and reality."

G: "Then what are we going to do now?"

An: "Absolutely nothing! If we try to help them, we risk to betray their game. The only one who is capable of helping her is André. The only question now is if he as well has feelings for Oscar, or if he has just been an excellent actor."

The three women left to room, and went to bed as well. Tomorrow would be another day, and it promised to be full of surprises.

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