I seldom think of her as a lady, though she acts like one in the eyes of the court. I know her secret agenda, though I don't much mind it. All I can think of is nights of passion when I see her. I adore her in her dressing gown, teasing me with playful words. She doesn't love me, nor anyone she talks to. Her pride is what makes her so desirable, so enchanting. People long to speak even a 'hello' to her, and when they do, they are pulled in by her smile. They know not that they are being smiled at by a temptress.
Who can blame me for sneaking looks at her while she is getting her corset tied? She keeps the door open, as if waiting for someone to come in and take her right there at the dressing table. I admire her charade she plays. I would not be able to hold back my pride when it comes to such manners, and would make the courts weep at such confessions. No, I do not love her, but I want her. I want to be like her. Though I yearn to be as admired by others as she is, alas it may never happen, as I am merely a peasant by court standards.
I long to be what I cannot be. A consort? No. Not a princess or a Lady either. I long to have the admiration of a single person. My lady, a temptress, but also a Goddess in my eyes. I long to be seen as a person. Just a person, a person worth her gaze. But I cannot, as I am no more than an ordinary maid.
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Kari's Drabbles
General FictionA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
