One Life: Episode 7 IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT (last page)
babyblue1387:
Comments? Another update tomorrow (hopefully!)
babyblue1387:
I arrived at the Kind's palace, a thing splendid in gold. There were fine, elegant paintings all over the room. Great pillars streatched high to the domed ceiling. It is a sight beyond any you are likely to see in your lifetime. The woman in me wanted to live out the rest of her days in peace in this one room. The Baudelaire in me knew this was where I belonged. Beside the king was an empty throne. It was the throne where I would sit once being crowned queen.
As I entered the room, the herald announced my name.
"The Lady Isadora Jeunesse Baudelaire."
All eyes were focused on me. Looking for my Lord, no doubt. My pets flocked over to me.
Women glared. They were jealous of my perfect pale skin, my perfectly golden hair, and my piercing blue eyes. Just another mistrees, they thought and hoped. But they couldn't be more wrong.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I present to you, our honored geust, the Lady Baudelaire."
I couldn't have asked for a better introduction, or a better reaction. Many of the men burst into angry words, outraged that a woman had tained the purity of the court, ashamed that a woman had succeeded where they had failed. And yet, they were in awe of me. I was an exotic bird, a treasure to be had. They couldn't help but be drawn in like insects to a bon fire.
But most rewarding of all was the King's gaze. He fell into my eyes and lost himself. Though he tried to hide it, I knew that he was smitten. He could never recover from falling that deep into my waiting arms.
He was eager to begin, to listen to all that I had to say. There were other scheduled to arrive after me, but my King did not wait. He started court without them. A signe of utmost disrespect. All in favor of me. Evil glares continued from the women as they were made to leave. Few men trickled in, all gazing at me, the gem more beautiful than anything in the room. The secretary recounted the last meeting, and the poduim was given to me.
And I spoke. Some tried not to listen, to argue, but I had a response for them, I had an answer for them all. I could solve their problmes, gain them resources and strengthen the military. I could promise victory in battles. I could increase the productivity of the labourers. I could make the pheasants less likely to revolt (though they made note to tell me they were no longer pheasants, but citizens). They were quiet and they listened. They absorbed everything I had to say and admitted they could not live without me. We adjourned the meeting.
The King kissed my hand.
Over the next four months, things had begun to change dramatically. It was openly know that the King and I were courting.
He did not care about me hating the sun, and readily held court at night so as not to aggricate my "sickness." The country began to prosper. I would become queen at the end of the month. A beautiful night wedding. Everything I could ever want for my dream wedding. And all the power I could ever dream of.
-----------------2 YEARS LATER--------------------------
babyblue1387:
I have not yet concieved a child with my husband, my King, but I definately inted to, if for no other reason than to ensure my bloodline in connection to the throne. I have my power. I have everything that I set out to get. Except there is one problem. My husband has become sick.
The doctors believe that he will die. If he died, I have no doubt that the country would be left to me to run. That is not the problem. Without an heir, without a child, I will have nothing.
And in one day, my porspects became instantly greater and so much worse all at the same time. I have since, in the past two years, grown to love my husband. When I learnared of his illness, caused by an infection, I became truly worried about him. I did care what happened to him.
While I was sitting with my husband in our bedchamber, a servant came in to tell me my presence was requested in one of the small meeting rooms. I entered the room prepared to deal with any number of men reequesting my advice. What I got was something completely different. There he was, this...man, sitting in the chair, smiling at me.
I knew this face. I knew the way his voice would sound, knew the way his skin would feel, knew the way his breath would smell. Would I jeopardize everything I'd worked so hard for? Would I denounce the world as I once promised I would? With my mind, I said no. I willed my body to stay distant, my voice to reamin cold. Yet I could no longer control myself.
How beautiful his face! How his eyes were glowing in the softly lit room. I could smell him. I could smell jasmine. I could smell his blood. Never before had I smelled such a pleasureable aroma as I smelled then. So sweet, so comforting. Iw awoke in me such desires I never knew I had, such passion I never knew existed within me. My unbeating heart quivered and threatened, for a moment, to return me to life. A heat rose in my cold body and began to cloud my mind.
"We did not meet properly last time. Forvie me, for I had been rude. I am the Baron Francard Reno. A distant cousin of your Lord husband."
He kissed my hand with the softest lips I had ever known. His voice had been like velvet and silk, wrapping me in warmth and elegance. All at once, it became too hot in the room, and I wanted to plunge my bare body into the cold of the night to free myself from his spell.
"I will be frank with you. I turned you for one reason and one reaon only: to be my queen. Your husband will die soon, and I will take his place. I will be the new King, and you shall rule by my side. My agenda, however, is markedly different from the one you currently pursue."
I did not care if his told me to jump from a bridge in the middle of the day. I would have done it, no questions asked.
"Did you poison my husband?" It took all the willpower I had to get out that one question.
"I needed your name. I had nothing to do with your famiy's deaths, but I siezed the opportunity to turn you. I knew your name would give you power and you are just the type of woman my cousin likes."
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"Did you poison my husband?"
"I, myself, did not kill anybody. Except maybe you. But when he dies, none of that will matter."
Francard pulled me into his arms and I didn't fight him. I was ashamed of myself, disgusted that I was betraying the main I claimed to love. But how can I deny how good it felt? How could I deny that I was under a spell the same way my dear King had been the day he first saw me?
My poor husband was dead within the month, no doubt sped up by Francard and his "associates." Everything after that happened just the way Francard said it would. I had my second wedding, but the enchantment left from there.
Everything began to change. Things got darker. Sure the country continued to prosper, but that was all because of me. Francard did have an agenda far different from my own. Until I met Francard in that cramped room, I had never known another campire. Yet, now, they were everywhere. It did not take long for me to find out Francard's agenda.
He wanted a city of vampires. My belived Marsailles was suddenly overrun with people of the sadier sort. Not to mention, for the first time, I felt scared for my life. Someone had made an attempt on Francard's life. Then a maid showed up dead. And I found out I was pregnant.
I had been so wrapped in his charm that I did not stop to think about what Francard could be doing. I believed I was living a dream, albeit a nightmare. I was ruling my beloved France, yet behind my back, far more sinister things were going on.
Francard neglected to tell me that he'd made enemies. Powerful enemies. It was those enemies who'd killed the maid, those enemies who've been trying to kill Francard for the past 10,000 years. Except he survived. They went through generations and generations, all to try and kill this one vampire.
And now, I was carrying his very first child.
He assured me that they would try to kill me, yet he made no visible moves to protect me, made no move to comfort me. Where I'd been in love with him, he only saw me as a way to reach his goal. I realized that then. He never really cared, had not been waiting for me. I was angry, disguted, hurt.
As my belly greaw, I knew I could not leave until my child was born. But I was scared. I could not count on my ginitaries. They would not dare smuggle me away from a King who had been known for his wrath. Nightly, I cried by my true King's grave. The man that, I realized, I truly did love.
After one such night, I went to bed, hoping to sleep away my pain. I couldn't have been sleep for more than a couple hours before there was a great commotion.
I looked out the bedroom window to see my beloved castle on fire. All the memories I had with my true King were being destroyed. Every gift he gave me, the tapestries made for us, portraits, gold, silver, everything was burning. The garden he had planted for me was now awash in flames.
In my despair, I didn't know someone had entered the room until he threw me down.
I begged him not to kill me. I knew it was the only reason he was there. To kill me and my child. Francard's past finally caught up with him and I was about to pay for it. I had little hope that Francard was still alive, had little hope that, if he was, he'd come rescue me. So I cried and I pleaded. I tried to strike a deal. I could see in his eyes he didn't want to do ie. He promised me it would be painless. Promised that if it was up to him, he'd let me go. But it wasn't. I could close my eyes if I wanted. He could not spare the baby.
Sometimes I wonder. If I'd never gone to see Francard that day, had maybe asked who he was first, my life would be different. Maybe my home wouldn't have burned. Maybe, if I hadn't wanted power, thoing would have turned out different.
babyblue1387:
The next episode (which is about to start filming) is Run Away Love: The Lilith Pleasant Story. Yeah, I kinda messed up her life, and it's only going to get worse before it gets better. We have to hit rock bottom before we realize we can only go up.
babyblueheart:
Awesome story!!! I cried when she died...*sob* But, I would love to hear about the Mizumi family, as well, and your new story looks great!!:)
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