Post by Alain de Mauvais (D) on Apr 4, 2006 10:56:09 GMT -5
I stood on the balcony outside my room, gripping the railing and looking at the stars. The world in which I had lived was breaking apart and falling away like a cliff into the sea.
First the King had been attacked and now Clovis and his family were dead. I felt tears fill my eyes and I let them fall unchecked as I thought of my sweet cousin Selene, young Gerard Clovis who had just wanted his father's love, and the beautiful flower that had been Claribel. Tears even fell for Clovis, a good man who had tried to live by a code of honor no matter what the world around him tried to get him to do.
I had raged around the house and streets when I had heard the news. Impotent fury tearing at my insides and escaping to vent itself on the world around me. Even strangers on the streets had jumped out of my way as I had raced to the Duc's home. Inarticulate cries of rage coming from me as I saw the blood soaked courtyard and the bodies, now covered with sheets.
I don't remember returning to my house, but I was in the study suddenly and hurling a carved statue through the glass in one of the courtyard doors. Then up to my rooms where I stalked back and forth, sword in my hand until I finally caught sight of myself in the looking glass. My boots were stained with blood from the courtyard. The sword fell from my grasp to land with a thud on the rug. Unable to breathe I went to the balcony and here I found myself.
Had things like this happened while I was away and I had just been too far removed to be affected by them? Or had the slow decay of the world started with my father's letter drawing me home? How could people function day to day when the good, honest men and their families were slaughtered in their own homes?
The tears continued to fall as I looked at the stars and got no answers.
First the King had been attacked and now Clovis and his family were dead. I felt tears fill my eyes and I let them fall unchecked as I thought of my sweet cousin Selene, young Gerard Clovis who had just wanted his father's love, and the beautiful flower that had been Claribel. Tears even fell for Clovis, a good man who had tried to live by a code of honor no matter what the world around him tried to get him to do.
I had raged around the house and streets when I had heard the news. Impotent fury tearing at my insides and escaping to vent itself on the world around me. Even strangers on the streets had jumped out of my way as I had raced to the Duc's home. Inarticulate cries of rage coming from me as I saw the blood soaked courtyard and the bodies, now covered with sheets.
I don't remember returning to my house, but I was in the study suddenly and hurling a carved statue through the glass in one of the courtyard doors. Then up to my rooms where I stalked back and forth, sword in my hand until I finally caught sight of myself in the looking glass. My boots were stained with blood from the courtyard. The sword fell from my grasp to land with a thud on the rug. Unable to breathe I went to the balcony and here I found myself.
Had things like this happened while I was away and I had just been too far removed to be affected by them? Or had the slow decay of the world started with my father's letter drawing me home? How could people function day to day when the good, honest men and their families were slaughtered in their own homes?
The tears continued to fall as I looked at the stars and got no answers.