Today was the day. The Festival. She was so excited she couldn't focus, her heart was fluttering in her chest, her cheeks bright with anticipation and flushed with the cold.
Glancing out the window dreamily, she caught the winter wonderland of the countryside in February as the coach rolled past the captivating scenery. Soaking it all in, she couldn't stop grinning, she couldn't help it. Decked out in her favorite winter dress she couldn't help but feel confident and maybe a little pretty. Imagining painting the breath-taking view sent shivers down her spine and she squirmed against the velvet cushion anxiously a little before pulling the curtain closed and crossing her legs.
"If only you were here with me Lucille you would absolutely adore the view..." She whispered regretfully. It was a pity that her maid couldn't accompany her. This festival was for the elite; even the Queen- God save her-was attending. There was to be a show of the most talented peoples in England performing and only the most well known nobles were given invitations. There was to be a new representative elected as well, a new proxy in the Queen's name. There were the legendary names of course: The Guard Dog, The Spider, The Butterfly, The Swan.
The girl had no idea why she of all people had been elected. She had no idea that she was being observed move for move, but how could she know? She was innocent. Untouched. Naive. But not for much longer.
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La Douleur Exquise
FanfictionLove is such a strange emotion. Some search for it with determined desperation, some remain dubious to its very existence, some humor it with careless, droll flirtations, yet others reject it with presumptuous hatred. But when you receive all four...
