Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she
couldn't take in the words. Her blood had left from
her face as she gawked at him, with a pounding
heart. "What?! I belong to you?!"
His eyes seemed to become a bit mystical as he
looked at her and spoke in a seductive tone, "Oui oui
chéri you belong to me, and me alone." She wanted
to fight him, to tell him that that couldn't be, that
she belonged to no one but herself, but her head
spun.
Dette - debt. She was in debt to him. If it was
not for him, she would slowly burning away in a fire
to uplift this curse that they say she had plagued to
the family. "I.. I… submit."
He smiled, as he took her hands into his own.
"Well chéri, come, it's only getting darker." She
couldn't help but feel as if she had just pulled herself
into something undoable.
~~~
Au nom de Rois
Ne pleure pas
Quel est le drame
Viens contre moi que j'essuie ces grosses larms
Un petit bout de femme qui se rebelled
C'est un message SOS de tendresse
Ne pleure ma petite deuceur
Tu sais que ta maman veut ton boheaur
Et je connais de grandes histories
Qui bont chauser ce chagrin rose et noir
Elle etait belle preisonnière d'une reine
Jalouse et cruelle
Pauvre princesse elle pleure comme toi
Elle se bat
Au nom des vois
Au nom des homes
Au nom de cet amour que tu me donnes
Au nom d'ure vie que je dédie à cette efance
Dont tu me remplis
Ne pleure pas mon innocence
Notre princesse se meurt en silence
Mais un beau prince
D'un long baiser va la sauver très loin
Rein n'est plus fort que l'arme des sentiments
l'emmener
Ni dieu, ni les homes ne sont assez puissants
Rein n'est plus fort que l'amour d'un enfant
Et vien ne remplace les yeux des innocents
(Don't ask me what it means, I totally forgot… it was
from half a year ago that my teacher had made us
write this down and orally told us the translations).
~~~
Dette : Life for Life
Chapter 2
By Eternal Angel
Usako9@htomail.com
http://www.geocities.com/cherii_blossoms
~~~
She had sat within the castle of his - it was
magnificent actually, with the beautiful gardens and
stonewalls. If only the sun had come up and then
she could have seen how it really looked like besides
the little that she had already seen. She couldn't
help but be giddy at hearing her mother's stories
about castles and princesses. There had always
been a knight or prince to save the princess from
distress and then it would become happily ever after.
But the stories did not apply to her situation.
She had not chosen to come here, she was force into
doing so because of a stupid debt. Yes, this man
had saved her life, but what was he going to ask of
her in return. Her virginity? Her innocence? Her
pureness?
Her head banged as she sighed, finding a place
upon the bed as she blew out the candle that shined
next to the bed. Doing so, she prayed that he
wouldn't come into her bed at night.
He didn't. He didn't bother her at all. She could
feel her body relaxing from such a thing. Maybe he
wasn't what she had thought, that he wanted her
company or that… she didn't know… she couldn't
figure him out. He had acted kindly to her by saving
her, but then he had asked for her in return.
She straightened up from her slouched position,
quietly eating breakfast that the maid had prepared,
as she glanced at the portraits hanging on the walls.
"The duke wanted you to be fed and waited on," the
maid had told her as she had led her downstairs for
breakfast earlier.
"Duke?"
"Yes, the Duke of Chypre."
She couldn't help but continue to think about all
that had happen. The Duke of Chypre!! He must
have been rich to gain such an extensive title, rich
enough to have servants… rich enough to live
without her company. He could have six mistresses
and three wives for all she knew. What did he need
a frail gypsy for?
'The world is full of strange people,' she thought
as she shook her head, finishing up her meal. "Ahh,
chérie, good morning to you, you radiate with so
much beauty." 'Flattery,' he thought with a grin,
'was always something a girl adored.' But she stared
at him, not knowing whether to thank him or ask
him what he wanted.
"Merci," she said, looking back down at her
breakfast. He couldn't help but want to fume at
what she was doing. She just brushed him off! She
didn't stare at him, she didn't tell him that she
thought the same about him; instead she just
brushed him off!
With a wounded ego, he stared at the
newspaper in his hand, pretending to read it as he
occasionally glanced at her. She was beautiful, with
wispy golden hair and innocence that surrounded
her, giving her an extravagant glow.
"What's your name?" He asked her, breaking
the silence that was slowly driving him up the wall.
The only time he had heard such a long silence was
when he was in a deep kiss with another, but that
was only because they were tongue-tied.
"Serena," she replied, "And no need to introduce
yourself to me, the maid already told me you are the
Duke of Chypre…"
"Darien, my name is Darien," he said, as he
didn't enjoy being called his title. He was the Duke,
a title given by the king to his family, but there was
really nothing more to it. Many women had lusted
over his title. They wanted to become duchess; they
wanted to marry his wealth that his family had given
him. They threw themselves at him, and well, who
was he to deny them? But none of them ever suited
as a wife, a mistress they were, but nothing more.
He held no feelings but lust for them.
"Okay Darien, how am I going to be able to
repay this debt to you so I can leave?" she had
asked him straightforwardly. He looked at her hard,
his eyes gazing at her. What was he to say? Why
did he tell her to do such a thing yesterday? Maybe
the whole fact that he was half drunk had to do with
it, or the fact that he was lonely, he didn't know.
"Marriage, I need you to marry me."
And then her eyes widened in disbelief as she
stood up, walked to him, and felt his forehead to see
if he might be ill, but she soon concluded that it was
all in his head. "Hey!" he swatted her hand off of his
forehead as he continued on.
"My father, he wishes me to marry. He's dying,"
he said slowly, as her eyes widened in concern. "He
wants me to find a wife that isn't like my mistresses.
Someone that radiates innocence… someone… like
you."
"You want me to be your wife," she said, her
voice barely leaving her throat. He nodded, "My
father has been hounding me about finding a wife
like you. Someone that holds more than looks, and I
take it that you can read and write?"
She nodded slowly; remembering her mother's
struggle to make sure she had gotten some
education when she was younger. "But I don't want
to spend forever in loveless marriage," she said. He
couldn't help but be amused at this girl. Someone
that believed in love and did not cared for riches and
power. He couldn't help but pride himself of his find.
"That's easy to take care of, after my father's
death, we shall have a divorce," he told her, as she
looked at him, her eyes still uncertain as she
wondered about the whole, uhh, sleeping
arrangements, "But… do we need to…"
His mind seemed to pick up what she was trying
to stutter out, "You are only to play my wife, and
nothing more. Anyways, I have many mistresses
that can please me."
Her face seemed to turn red as he talked so
easily about this, as he looked at the bright angel
before him, shaking his head. "Come, we need to
get you some clothing to wear, and then I'll take you
my father to announce our wedding and the next
duchess."
She stared at him with her brows knitted in a
frown. She had almost forgotten about the title.
The only title she held in her life was gypsy, and
well, that didn't go to well for her. "Am I to do
anything when I become a duchess?" she asked, his
eyes looking at her in confusion. "Any
responsibilities following that title?"
"If you are asking if you are going to be framed
for death, highly unlikely. Now ma chérie, all you
really have to do is sit there and look pretty."
She didn't know whether to rejoice or scold
herself at the decision that she had just made. She
decided the lesser of two evils. 'Serena, you have
gotten yourself in the biggest mess you ever made.
This guy has the compassion of a rock and the only
thing HE is good for is sitting there and looking
pretty.'
She had never had such an exhilarating day
shopping before. She had never once been able to
shop without asking for the price, but that was only
because she had the duke with her. She usually
wouldn't even buy half of the things she had bought,
but the duke had insisted. He was actually a good
sport and knew what was in style and what was not.
She sighed, the only thing she knew was her size.
But she couldn't help but guess that he went
shopping with HIS mistresses a lot to know so much.
"What do you do for a living monsieur?" she
asked her 'fiancé.' He frowned at her. "Call me
something else, if we are suppose to be lovers, you
can't act as if you don't know me."
"I DON'T know you," she retorted. He smirked
at her, "Yeah, you're right about that. Well, my
family has an extensive line of wine… Chypre."
"Chypre?" she questioned. Her face looked
puzzled, clearly telling him that she had never heard
of the wine that even the king has praised.
"It's only the best wine in France. I'll let you
drink some later on," he told her as she shrugged.
"D'accord," she replied, looking idle as she sat within
the carriage that was heading towards his house.
She wore a dark velvet blue gown, which had gold
lining around it. She smiled, she felt like a princess
in this dress, "Merci."
She had surprised him with her simple gesture,
which only furthered to confuse him. "What? For
what?"
"For the dress…for today… I have never bought
so many things my life! They are all so beautiful!
But it must have cost you so much."
He frowned.
It was an arousing sense to have someone
thank him instead of asking for more. His mistresses
always wanted to out do the other, asking for far
more expensive things. The dresses that he had
bought for her hadn't been as expensive as ones that
he had bought Beryl, but she seemed so content
with what he had given her.
"Are you upset?" she asked, noticing the strange
look in his eyes. "You aren't mad at me are you? I
mean, my manners aren't the best I know, but I'll
try my hardest," she had told him. He still had the
same look upon his face.
The way her eyes filled with worry for him had
made his heart long for her.
"Nothing, nothing is the matter."
She smiled at him, and at that moment, he felt
his heart about to jump out of his chest. "Bon."
He couldn't help but want to smile with her.
~~~
I think I just changed the way I write. (sighs)
that's only because I'm trying to write a novel… and
it isn't good to write one in my funky format like
before. Anyways, thank you to all those people that
tried to help me figure out what the heck was
happening in this story. I figured it out after whining
about how I can't write this story and how I want to
quit writing. And thanks to Chi Chi for editing this
story and making sure my French actually makes
sense! *eternal angel
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