"Jonathan, what...? What are you doing here?", I asked in shock.
"I was on my way to... Who is that?", he yelled and came toward us.
"Jonathan, please... I can explain!"
"What do you want to explain? That you're a whore?!"
Suddenly Enjolras stepped forward and looked at Jonathan furiously. "Watch out what you're saying!", he barked.
"Enjolras.", I said calmly, stepped next to him and laid my hand on his arm.
"He has no right to call you like that!"
"Actually, he does... He's my future fiancé...", I said quietly.
"I thought you didn't want to marry him!", Enjolras protested.
I couldn't stop myself, I just had to say it. "But you'll die, so...", I replied quietly.
"Yes, he will. Especially after I told your father about this!", Jonathan shouted and turned around.
"No! Jonathan, please!" I ran after him and stopped him. "Please don't tell him! I beg of you!", I cried.
"Tell me one good reason for not telling him!", he yelled at me as a reply.
"Enjolras will die in the revolution, so I will marry you... and that's what you want, right?", I whispered.
"Do you honestly think, I still want to marry you? I'm not after a title, I want this because I love you. At least I did love you.", he barked angrily.
"I do think you just want to be king one day.", I whispered. It was wrong and dangerous to say that, but I couldn't stop myself.
"What did you just say?", he hissed.
"You only want to have power, that's the impression you always gave me.", I whispered, again I couldn't stop myself.
Suddenly I felt sharp a pain on my cheek. I cried out and almost sank down on my knees, but I could channel my power to keep standing. Enjolras ran toward us and held me in a tight embrace. "How dare you-!"
"No, how dare you! She is my fiancée! She is mine!", Jonathan yelled.
"I am not!", I said, my head laying on Enjolras' chest. "I don't belong to anyone. Except myself." I let go of Enjolras and looked at Jonathan. "But Jonathan, I beg you. Don't tell my father and I promise you, I will do, whatever you want."
He looked at me, his eyes shimmering with tears of anger. "Please, Jonathan.", I whispered with tears in my eyes.
He looked at me for a long moment, then he turned his head a bit away. "This isn't over yet.", he whispered and rushed.
"Jonathan! Jonathan, please!", I shouted after him, but he was out of my sight already.
I turned around and looked at Enjolras. His look was a mix of seriousness and anger. I walked toward him and let myself fall into his arms. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have come here. All of this is my fault. If he tells my father-!"
Enjolras laid his lips gently on mine to make me shut up. "I am sorry, Melissa. I was so selfish, I just wanted you to be mine. But I guess you're not.", he whispered after the kiss.
"What? No! No, I am, I am yours and I'll always be!", I cried out.
"Melissa, we all have our duties. Yours is to marry Jonathan..." More tears started to fill his eyes. "... and mine is to die for this cause."
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Dangerous Love
FanfictionThe princess of France falls in love with a young revolutionary called Enjolras. A Les Mis fanfiction