Gentlemen Of The Court

Chapter One

September 14, 1817, Florence.

The diary of Genevieve Salvador.

««¶ "They stripped me of everything that made me human. Everything that made me sane. And it was so easy for them to do because to them, I was already a beast; right in their very eyes. I mean they just had to bend me enough till I finally looked like it. Destroy and cut through everything that made me good, until all that was left was what they were looking for. "A beast". With every brutal hands they put on me. Every violent sharp edge of their whips searing against my soft, pliant, naked flesh. I burned, I hurt all over, I bled, I screamed out in utter agony, hitting pitches I didn't know even existed, pitches I couldn't otherwise have ever possibly hit before, except I was truly in utter, excruciating and agonizing pain - which I was. But I may as well have been a writhing, stingy ghost screaming for her old life back, because it all fell on deaf ears. My screams - they whipped more. My tears - they abused my body even further. My blood oozing out of my gaping flesh - they roared even more in drunken laughter, betting on who could make me bleed longer. They called me a monster, I was vile, I wasn't worthy to wipe their boots, I wasn't even human in their eyes. A Pagan Gypsy. The servants in a poor man's household had more rights to life, than I did. Yes, all according to them. Yet, I knew I was more human than they could ever be. Than their children could ever be. Nothing about what they did to me was human! There was no justice here! There was rage, there was anger, but never any justice...for me. I begged for my death, begged them to kill me but they weren't even merciful to do that as well.

I thought I could at least give my mind an escape then. Get under a fainting spell, take my mind far away from here, but they wouldn't even allow that. They needed to make me know that they owned me, both body, mind and soul. They lorded my minds. Made sure I was sane, I was aware of everything they were doing to me. I was abused brutally, over and over and over again, and I was aware of every single jabbing thrust. Yes, they made sure of that. They didn't stop. I was already not human in their eyes. So they didn't stop. There was no mercy here! No forgiveness. I'd stopped crying. It was obvious no one was listening to me anymore. I needed to save my strength. Save my strength for when I would finally escape from this hellhole..."¶»»

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Delilah Salvador slammed the book shut, just as quickly as she'd opened it, her heart pounding wildly against the constrictions of her tightly laced gown, her breathing turning erratic, and her hands shaking, the book threatening to fall out of them - the old worn out book that constituted her missing sister's diary. She sought to calm her breath and get her emotions under control. Anger, rage, pain, hurt, could not begin to describe the emotions she was feeling inside. They'd done this to her sister. Whoever they were, they'd done this. And she was going to find them and make them pay. She lurched to her feet from the chair she'd been seating on, and began pacing around. Just then the door, she'd been waiting for countless minutes to open, finally did, and she quickly rushed inside, past an all too shocked Alex.

"Miss Salvador, what in God's name are you doing at my house at this godawful time of the night? Don't you care a whit for your reputation young lady?! I should hope to the heavens that you were wise enough to take a detour and make sure you weren't being followed while coming here?" Alex Whitman burst out almost as soon as she'd entered his home.

"Take a look at this Alex. It's my sister's diary! Look at the last pages." Delilah handed the book over to Alex, then began pacing impatiently, waiting for him to do a quick scan, through the pages

"Listen to me, this proves absolutely nothing, Lilah" he replied calmly, after a few minutes of scanning through the last set of pages

"What? This proves everything! It proves that they took her! It proves that she didn't just run away from home in the middle of the night without saying anything... without saying goodbye, as everyone had led me to believe. They took her Alex. They took her. And here is the proof of it!"

"Delilah... this is a very dangerous path you are headed. Think about this very carefully. All your life, your sister has only always wanted to do one thing, which was to protect you. But look at you right now. For crying out loud, you are a lady! Yet you're sneaking off into the middle of the night trying to uncover some hidden secrets, or conspiracy, sneaking into men's homes without a care of your reputation... if your parents were still alive, what would they say? Would your sister have approved of this, if she were still around? Where did you even suddenly get this diary in the first place? How can you be sure that this was hers? Listen, I know we both wish to think otherwise, but we both know your sister wasn't exactly guilt-free either. I mean, she was...is a Pagan gypsy!"

"I didn't know simply being a pagan gypsy was now reason enough to be hunted and killed like Guinea pigs on the streets! Can they help their birth? It's like saying all brunettes should be killed simply because they are black hair. That would mean sire, that you should be dead as well." Delilah spat, her anger turning into a liquid fire, coursing through her veins. "And I know my sister's handwriting anywhere, Alex. This diary was hers! I can't - I can't believe you Alexander. You were... I thought you were a friend. I guess you too think I'm insane as well. Insane for being a woman trying to find her missing sister." her voice shook with the betrayal that rocked her to the very core from the words he'd so casually thrown at her

"Yes I am your friend, but this has gotten too far! Listen, I care about you Lilah, which is why I'm warning you. Drop this issue. The Queen is involved, and you know it! There is an Unspoken hunt for unruly pagan gypsies out there, heck, in all of Florence. And your sister was the best of them. She was a more than unruly pagan gypsy. We both know the Queen won't stop, until she's eliminated as much pagan gypsies as she possibly can, in her tenure, to solidify her rule. And the last thing you or anyone would want to do, is to get in her way."

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A/N: Hi guys. Welcome to my new novel: The Gentlemen Of The Court. This is chapter one. I hope you liked it. Pls don't forget to
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