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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 4, 2008 0:28:57 GMT -5
Isabelle looked up at him and smiled gently.
"I happen to like silly notions, Mister Ethan. Would you tell me about yours, please? I would love to hear them. Perhaps I could share some of mine with you as well."
Her hazel eyes were glittering against his.
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Post by Ethan on Sept 6, 2008 0:11:05 GMT -5
Ethan held up his hands and protested.
"Oh, no, I don't think I could. You would think it a silly idea, and I, a silly man. That is hardly a thought I'd like to live with."
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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 6, 2008 3:26:15 GMT -5
The Opera House was so beautiful at midnight. It was towering over the houses surrounding it, which was why Isabelle had sought this particular roof for her lonesome wandering, seeking to be alone with her thoughts. She felt a real peace here, with the dark sky above. The moon and stars were burning, bathing every thing in a silvery light.
She had no idea that the moonlight she was bathed in made her look more beautiful than ever. Her hazel eyes were glittering as she looked up at the handsome young man in front of her. He was from another world than her own, for sure. But more gentle, more polite than the men of her own standing had ever been. She had only known him for a short while, and already she felt she liked him. How much, she didn't even dare to think about.
Isabelle was awakened in her silent thoughts by the sound of his voice. She liked the sound of his voice....
"Oh, no, I don't think I could. You would think it a silly idea, and I, a silly man. That is hardly a thought I'd like to live with," it said.
Isabella doubted she would ever think he was silly. She looked up at him when he stood there in front of her, tall, dark and handsome. He was everything a romantic and shielded young aristocratic girl could ever dream about. She blushed, and her sparkling, hazel eyes sought his.
"I don't think I could ever think of anything you say or do as silly...."
She whispered shyly.
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Post by Ethan on Sept 7, 2008 0:06:34 GMT -5
It was difficult not to openly gape at Isabelle. Shaking his head, Ethan realized that it didn't help matters that the moonlight pouring from the heavens sharply accentuated her beauty.
"I was wondering... if we just happened to hold feelings for each other, would you stay with me? Despite our obvious differences in social class?
"It's a very forward question, I know, but from what's unveiling now, I believe we will not leave this rooftop as the same people we are."
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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 7, 2008 3:51:34 GMT -5
Isabelle looked dreamingly up at Ethan. He was so handsome, standing there in front of her. She knew she should probably not look at him as much as she did, but there was something about him that made her like to look at him.
Sure, she had suitors before, even been engaged, and forced into a marriage she didn't want when she was 10. But that marriage, her father had explained was only a probation period. Of course her husband had never touched her, as she was only a child. And Isabelle had ran away when her maid had warned her that John had noticed Isabelle soon would be old enough to "fulfill their marriage." She shuddered. She would never fulfill anything with John. She had never asked to be his queen consort. Even if she was a Catholic, she knew that she could get a divorce on the reason that the marriage was never fulfilled. It was also a forged marriage, against her will. Of course she had to run away.
Ethan said something and she turned her gaze to him again. His words made her blush deeply. Her heart beat faster. She thought over his question.
The differences in social class... She remembered a lot of the life of the court. The scheming, the intrigues, the backstabbing. Unfaithfulness and immorality where ever she turned. And if anyone married below their class, they were cut off from the fellowship with anyone from their own standing. And yet, they claimed to be better than others?
Isabelle straightened her back, and made her decision. Her hazel eyes looked up at him, and she smiled shyly and replied.
"If we just happened to hold feelings for each other, I would stay with you. I do not care about the so-called differences in social class."
With her heart pounding and her gaze lowered she gathered all the courage she could muster. Then she asked shyly.
"You... you have feelings for me?"
She lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
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Post by Ethan on Sept 7, 2008 22:55:54 GMT -5
She was a bold one, Ethan commented to himself, all too willing to sacrifice her station and reputation for the one she loved. That didn't matter. Didn't matter at all.
Drawing the back of one hand gently across her face, the young man stared into Isabelle's eyes without any trace of hesitation.
"If I said I did, what would become of us?"
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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 7, 2008 23:56:39 GMT -5
Isabelle smiled and looked back at Ethan. He was worried about the future. She had no fears. She had a remote relative, known for her hospitality. But she was plagued by ghosts and demons. Isabelle smiled. She had never feared demons and she thought, with good reasons that her distant relative would be happy for her company.
Isabelle didn't worry about the finances either. Her family was rich. And Isabelle knew enough about ministering big properties, to have made a profit out of it. She had placed her money in shops that were successful, and now it had started paying off. She was richer than even her family knew about.
She smiled back to Ethan.
"Well, I'm not certain. Could you be content living on a castle in the outskirts of Paris, or should we try to get a suite on a luxury hotel instead? Then we could try to get each other much, much better...."
Her eyes were glittering and she lifted her hand to caress his cheek gently.
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Post by Ethan on Sept 12, 2008 20:49:26 GMT -5
Ethan's eyes widened at the prospect of residing in such grand places.
"I have long lived without the grandeur and splendor that you are much accustomed to. I would be more than content living in either. But then again, I would be more than content just to be where you are, be it here, there, or nowhere."
His hand clasped firmly over hers and brought it to his lips.
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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 13, 2008 1:34:48 GMT -5
Isabelle smiled when she noticed his eyes widened. Her own eyes sought his, twinkling with humor.
"Then, my friend, you will have to get used to living in grandeur and splendor once again. I too, could live without it, just to be with you. But since we have a choice, why don't we enjoy BOTH the grandeur AND the charming company of each other?"
She blushed when she felt his lips against her hand. She trembled for a short while, and her breath became a short gasp.
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Post by Ethan on Sept 19, 2008 20:51:47 GMT -5
"Lead away, my lady," Ethan whispered against her ear.
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Post by Isabelle d'Angoulême on Sept 20, 2008 0:15:41 GMT -5
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