"Genevieve, wait! Where are we going!?" Avalon shouted to her friend. Genevieve laughed, "The boys are having a bonfire, I heard Shakespeare would be there!" Avalon shook her head, "That Shakespeare is nothing but trouble. You need to find somebody better than that my friend. Like um," Avalon thought for a moment, "Oh! How about that Albert fellow? He seems to fancy you."
"Albert is, the most idiotic boy ever. He's horrid, and beat his last suitor." Genevieve explained. Avalon nodded, "What makes Shakespeare so special? He's a whoremonger of a man. It amazes me that the harlots he's laid with aren't with child. One will be one day, mark my words, Genevieve." Genevieve nodded and took her friends hand, leading her to the bonfire.
Shakespeare laughed, drinking a long amongst his friends, "Drink up my friends! Tonight we are the kings of the night!" He howled in laughter. The boys danced around the bonfire, laughing and singing. Shakespeare paused, seeing two women coming out of the brush. "Who goes there?" He questioned. Genevieve looked at the brown eyed boy, for a moment she remained speechless. Avalon elbowed her friend, waiting for her to answer. "My name is Genevieve, this is my friend Avalon. We were invited to this event." William studied Genevieve for a moment, she was a creature so beautiful he couldn't believe she existed. She seemed fragile but strong, her emerald eyes looked as if they came straight out of a jeweler's keep, the raven curls reached to the small of her back, her milk white skin made her seem to be like a doll one of his sisters kept, with the rose toned cheeks. She was God's masterpiece, "Welcome ladies." He said bowing to them. Genevieve and Avalon looked at each other smiling as they curtseyed to William and his friends.
Genevieve watched Avalon as she danced with one of Shakespeare's friends, the band was something she never imagined to be good. "Hello, Miss Genevieve." Shakespeare said softly beside her, Genevieve jumped, unknowing he was so close to her.
"Hello, Shakespeare. You gave me a fright!" She giggled softly. William chuckled, looking up at the stars, "Beautiful night isn't it?" He asked. Genevieve looked up at the diamond like stars in the nights sky, nodding in agreement. "Ye- Look! A falling star." She smiled.
"Make a wish." He whispered in her ear smiling. Genevieve touched her necklace and closed her eyes, "I wish that tonight would never end, that I could always see William, as a suitor. Anything." She thought to herself. "May I have this dance?" William questioned, offering his hand to her. Genevieve looked up at the handsome man and nodded. "Of course." She stood up, taking his hand, he pulled her close.
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Where Did You Sleep Last Night?
Historical FictionWilliam Shakespeare made a mistake getting Anne Hathaway pregnant, will he make a mistake by losing his beloved Genevieve?
