𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰 ➪ TIMOTHÈE CHALAMET

𝐢𝐯. 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, curious [Y/n] had ran to explore the private library they owned, searching through her mothers memory books of shelves.

1830's-1835 a book full of pictures, a blonde slim man with an incredibly same snake eyes his son had, he was attractive, just like his timothee.

the only difference they had was their face shape and hair texture, timothee had curly brown hair while he had blonde straight hair.

his arm was wrapped around a womans waist, my mother whom looked happier than ever, happier before. Maybe this was the thing she was nervous about.

The elders saying, 'Parents sold their soul to their Child,'

I felt like my whole soul depended on this record memory book, i knew what was happening in my mothers life. It was confusing at first, but she was the only one i had, i wanted to understand my mothers past.

Flipping the pages of the two young Royals, with laughter and smiles, loving each other dearly, without the law of marriage forced by parents, they smoked, they acted like unroyalty people wearing comfortable clothes.

Maybe, what my mother said by that was she hasn't moved on.

But i thought she really loved my father more than anything? Eversince he died, her vibrant colors had faded. Her smile faded, the tint on her cheeks fainted.

Yet she was independent on her own, needing no man to accompany her to her journey in life.

By the end of the pages, there was a pocket full of letters. The letters with the chalamet's signature stamp.

' Love, Theodorre Chalamet. '

now i had assumed, my mothers ex boyfriend was Prince Theodorre chalamet before My father, which was morelikeyly her first love, and worst heart break.

looking further more into the books, it was a diary. With only one page.

' My love for you is eternity,
And all i think that it was just my stupidity.

The letters you wrote,
are something my heart will always vote.

I'd live a life without you,
but i hope my soul will be with you. '

I heard stomps of heels in the carpets of the library, an angry woman charging towards my direction.

"What do you think you are doing, Young lady?" My mother said, her fist clenching.

"You didn't tell me you dated the king of sheff." I said, trying to get to know my mother more.

"Past is past," she defended, snatching the diary on my hand, putting it back on the section aggresively.

"The Chalamets and the Wadsworths can never be binded."