guess who watched Hamilton? me, that's who! guess who also listened to The Fray because she got reminded of how Philip and Ham died in the same way and cried? *does a split and throws hands in the air while crying* ME THATS WHO! guess who wondered how it would feel to make your son die and wrote this because let's be honest he's a ray of sunshine also why is is a/n so long when the oneshot is short as heck? who knows anyhooo, carry on reading and drop in a comment to lemme know what you think *vigorously points to the comment box*
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE
"And I would have stayed up with you all night
had I known; how to save a life."
Her hands remain folded on her lap and she stares ahead blankly, eyes meeting the expensive wooden casket placed in front of the array of chairs placed ahead. People are gathered around, but she knows that their farewells are less than genuine, it left a sour taste in her mouth. Most of the people there only knew him by his title which expresses- expressed Royalty and she was sure that less than twelve of the people there actually cared for his passing, and felt remorseful not for his finance, but rather him as a human and not a tool to wealth.
She stares at the casket as if she wants it to move, as if she wants the person inside the box to move. But he's not going to; death wasn't fond of letting mortals move about the earth with health in their bodies and flushes of colour on their cheeks in merriment, but rather they adored bloodless bodies and sickly faces left to haunt the dreams of those who suffered the loss of the grim reaper visiting their loved ones. And if there was one thing she hated more than death at that moment, it was failure- whether it be on her behalf of on behalf of Helène as well as the other three.
.The old lady had trained them until they were sure their backs were broken, she had taught them that fighting for the right thing was a nobility itself and should anything happen; protect the last remaining heir. She chuckled wryly though she was sure her eyes were burning, the old lady was such a damv hypocrite.
Just an hour before the ball, they stood proudly; weapons concealed in their gowns and their heads held high, sight focused on their mission and hearts alight with hope, she walked into their room with a grim expression and held them back. Granted, they did try to fight, they did try to sneak out, she barked, "Why can't you four listen to the simplest of instructions for once? There are far too many of those men and you four will be sliced like shish kabob before you even make it to the prince so don't you dare leave this apartment, Renèe Dumas, Aramina Lecour, Viveca Romere and Corinne D'Artagnan- this is an order" She said, voice booming and loud, fury in her eyes before she narrowed them intimidatingly, and her next words caught them all off of their guard. "Failure to comply will have you four jobless and on the streets in three minutes." She coldly stated before walking off.
They had no choice but to comply.
She grits her teeth as the feels her eyes burning again, hoping that her pride would hold back frustrated tears and she takes a sharp breath. Treville asks her if she would spare a few words as a repayment for warning him and his foolish fools of men about the attack. She would've needed a filter for the profanity she would've used at him at that moment until she saw his shining grey eyes, grieving, and she realizes that he was more than a boy to look after to the old man.
The grief reminded her of Helène, and how she had taught them everything they needed to know for that night- Correction, almost everything. Amidst all the fencing and shooting and whatnot, she failed to teach them what it really was,
To save a life.
Blood of a commoner spilled would be nothing.
But the blood of a royal spilled would be everything. Everything terrible.
Looking down at the open casket, she doesn't breathe, and she doesn't know how she didn't pass out, but she decides that it wouldn't mean everything, it did mean everything.