Forbidden

Realization

A chilling sensation swept through my entire body as a creeping numbness enveloped me, starting from the tips of my toes and extending to the crown of my head. With each passing moment Augustine's gaze consumed me with pure lust in great eagerness. My senses heightened as a surreal blend of fear and resignation settled within me, knowing that I was bound to this fate. The searing agony was still there but time seemed to suspend as his touch grew more intense, rendering myself to the embracing flames of love.
The cherished memories painted in gold, those moments entwined with my fiance, filled my mind. Those instances of joy, of carefree laughter, once a source of boundless happiness, now seemed to weave a tangled web in my thoughts. It was now a source of suffocation, the bittersweet recollections of our shared laughter and carefree living, once the essence of our relationship. Now that was no longer a freedom that was mine to grasp. I had to deal with my current reality. It meant accepting a reality vastly different from the one I had meticulously woven in mind's eye. I had to acknowledge the shards of shattered hopes that no longer went with the script I had planned.
As my tear-filled eyes fluttered open, they met his perspiring face, his hair gently veiling his forehead. His commanding voice resonated, bewitching a strength that reverberated through my very core, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine.
My voice came out hoarsely.
"Don't you dare touch me! Are you out of your mind?! This wasn't supposed to happen. Please cover yourself this instant. You are not decent."
Augustine chuckled reluctantly.
"Lady, pardon me. My undergarments are below your belongings. You were definitely a vixen the night before, precisely when the clock struck midnight. All it took was loosening your corset and you were all mine. Don't you recall? Do you at least remember my name? It's Augustine. A distant cousin of Prince Edward III.
Prince Edward III stood as as significant figure, a soverign entrusted with the governance of a land, a realm steeped in rich history and tradition. The Belgerians' oppressive reign had stifled the flourishing spirit of the land.
"Ah, now it's coming back to me. Your name rings a bell." A flicker of recognition danced across my face as I attempted to recollect the elusive memory. "I assure you, this was never my intention. Please, I beg of you to pardon my impulsive actions. It was as though I was under a spell, ensnared by a concoction beyond my control." I said embarrasingly.
With a mixed feeling and fervent desire to move past the discomfort, I appealed for cooperation. "I'd greatly appreciate your cooperation in looking away momentarily. I must locate my garments and endeavor to wipe away this regrettable encounter from memory."
Augustine stepped outside briefly. "Josefina, there's no need to be so self-conscious. It was partially my fault to begin with. I must confess I had some drinks that clouded my judgement. I have been quite lonely these summer nights...the mistresses pale in comparison to what we shared. Your impact on me goes beyond anything I've experienced. I'll genuinely miss the special bond we had."