Post by Séraphin de Lorean (R) on Jul 2, 2008 15:41:48 GMT -5
He was there, and we were in love....And then he was gone. The sickness that had begun to spread through the City was now inflicting my life by taking away my lover.
Sebastien was gone, gone for ever. Passed to Terre d'Ange-that-lies-beyond, and now I was left alone, his widow. Given the title of Marquise, my marque finished, and I a free d'Angeline but now left alone, no husband to care for.
I stood here now, at my husband's grave, the black veil tossing in the breeze. The darkness of the dusk, and the looming storm clouds made the day seem that the more deathly and I tossed a single rose against the stone of his epitaph.
“Seby,” I whispered, a single tear falling down my cheek. “Oh, dearest Seby my love.” I blinked another tear and sniffed.
“Why did you leave me.” I bit my lower lip trying hard not to burst into tears. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe he was gone.
He wasn't the only one either. I had lost my step mother and Savage, and my father, my mother taking over as first wife.
And I, Marquise....Marquise. The word seemed strange, but then again everything seemed strange now. I had gone from being Séraphin nó Gentian, adept, Servant of Namaah.
But since then I had become an unbonded servant, a free D'Angeline. Then I was engaged, just Sébastien and I. Séby and Séraph.
Then I was married. A wife, with a husband. Sébastien, the only man I had ever loved was my husband. And I was happy.
From Séraphin nó Gentian to Marquise Séraphin de Lorean.
And then I was here. Standing at my husband's grave. Crying.
Inhaling, I blinked away the remaining tears.
“Marquise?” There was a voice behind me. “Its starting to rain.”
Reaching up under my black veil I wiped the tears from my cheeks and then blew a kiss to his grave. Turning I looked at the foot man and nodded. Walking to the carriage, the rain beginning to fall, I held my head up high.
I was Marquise now. Marquise and Servant of Namaah. No matter what. And now, I would cleave to that which I knew, and that which I knew was to serve.
I had the funds now and I had the motive. I would open a salon of my own and hope for the best for my future.
Sebastien was gone, gone for ever. Passed to Terre d'Ange-that-lies-beyond, and now I was left alone, his widow. Given the title of Marquise, my marque finished, and I a free d'Angeline but now left alone, no husband to care for.
I stood here now, at my husband's grave, the black veil tossing in the breeze. The darkness of the dusk, and the looming storm clouds made the day seem that the more deathly and I tossed a single rose against the stone of his epitaph.
“Seby,” I whispered, a single tear falling down my cheek. “Oh, dearest Seby my love.” I blinked another tear and sniffed.
“Why did you leave me.” I bit my lower lip trying hard not to burst into tears. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe he was gone.
He wasn't the only one either. I had lost my step mother and Savage, and my father, my mother taking over as first wife.
And I, Marquise....Marquise. The word seemed strange, but then again everything seemed strange now. I had gone from being Séraphin nó Gentian, adept, Servant of Namaah.
But since then I had become an unbonded servant, a free D'Angeline. Then I was engaged, just Sébastien and I. Séby and Séraph.
Then I was married. A wife, with a husband. Sébastien, the only man I had ever loved was my husband. And I was happy.
From Séraphin nó Gentian to Marquise Séraphin de Lorean.
And then I was here. Standing at my husband's grave. Crying.
Inhaling, I blinked away the remaining tears.
“Marquise?” There was a voice behind me. “Its starting to rain.”
Reaching up under my black veil I wiped the tears from my cheeks and then blew a kiss to his grave. Turning I looked at the foot man and nodded. Walking to the carriage, the rain beginning to fall, I held my head up high.
I was Marquise now. Marquise and Servant of Namaah. No matter what. And now, I would cleave to that which I knew, and that which I knew was to serve.
I had the funds now and I had the motive. I would open a salon of my own and hope for the best for my future.