Post by Victoire de Trevalion on Jul 8, 2011 23:17:23 GMT -5
It was the dead of night when I returned home from trying to see Christien. All night that bitch Coretta had stayed in his room and eventually I had to come home to prepare for the fool's journey she was taking me on.
I stalked through the house like an animal, not caring if the staff saw me or what they thought, not even caring if my sister woke. My brother was staying at the Palace near Jaime, so I did not have to contend with him.
In my room, I began to pace, pausing every so often to throw some dresses into a trunk. The neatness of my room anger me so that I threw two bottles of my favorite perfume, empty ones that I only saved because the bottles were works of art themselves. I screamed into my pillow and cut my palms cleaning up the glass. The perfume stung and my tears were hot with frustration and rage.
It was all going wrong. Christien was waking, that whore Silvana was here, and she had poisoned Coretta against me. Thinking of poison, I pulled the box from under my bed that held my journal and the bottle of sweet elixir that had been my one hope for having the only man I had ever loved or wanted.
I thought for one moment of drinking the poison myself, enough to kill me, to end the torment of thinking about Christien with that woman while I was off playing a fool's game in Camlach. I couldn't bear it.
But I had to bear it, I was too much of a woman to take the easy way out. Not while there was still hope, and as long as I was alive, there was hope. I would not give up. I just had to plan anew, that was all. I calmed myself and left the bottle of poison on the vanity amongst the perfumes - it was too dangerous to bring with me.
I packed calmly, cleaned my hand, swept up the glass and left my room as clean and neat as it had ever been, packing my emotions away as neatly as the clothes in my trunk. This break would be good for me, to plan for the future, to get rid of Coretta, and to make sure that my next plan was foolproof.
I stalked through the house like an animal, not caring if the staff saw me or what they thought, not even caring if my sister woke. My brother was staying at the Palace near Jaime, so I did not have to contend with him.
In my room, I began to pace, pausing every so often to throw some dresses into a trunk. The neatness of my room anger me so that I threw two bottles of my favorite perfume, empty ones that I only saved because the bottles were works of art themselves. I screamed into my pillow and cut my palms cleaning up the glass. The perfume stung and my tears were hot with frustration and rage.
It was all going wrong. Christien was waking, that whore Silvana was here, and she had poisoned Coretta against me. Thinking of poison, I pulled the box from under my bed that held my journal and the bottle of sweet elixir that had been my one hope for having the only man I had ever loved or wanted.
I thought for one moment of drinking the poison myself, enough to kill me, to end the torment of thinking about Christien with that woman while I was off playing a fool's game in Camlach. I couldn't bear it.
But I had to bear it, I was too much of a woman to take the easy way out. Not while there was still hope, and as long as I was alive, there was hope. I would not give up. I just had to plan anew, that was all. I calmed myself and left the bottle of poison on the vanity amongst the perfumes - it was too dangerous to bring with me.
I packed calmly, cleaned my hand, swept up the glass and left my room as clean and neat as it had ever been, packing my emotions away as neatly as the clothes in my trunk. This break would be good for me, to plan for the future, to get rid of Coretta, and to make sure that my next plan was foolproof.