Fall from Innocence

by CharlRhodes

Francis and Arthur are made for each other. Fascinated by eighteenth century literature, smarts, cynical, they are sure they don't belong in this time. And especially a burning desire to assert their omnipotence. So what better to become the Vicomte de Valmont and the Marquise de Merteuil? Some rules, many prey maximum trophies. They are masters of a cruel and dangerous game.

25. Letter 23

Letter 23

With letter 21

Arthur to Francis

In Saint-Cyr

I forbid you, you hear me? I forbid you to judge my orchestration. You do not have appointed me a prey, you bring me a roasted chicken, it had to be eaten while it was hot. I send you our first trophy; you do not deserve it, but I give in to pleasure to let you read the pain of the man who dared to call you to tell you his satisfaction - is it gratitude? - and who, from his first letter filled with love, use the lexicon of obedience. Judge by yourself, and keep your distance.

Farewell. But I love you as if you were reasonable.

From Paris, September 18 19**