Hey guys ! Dedicated readers! Awesome people! Lol, here is my new upload. I was wondering. Would you like me to upload, like, 3 times a week and they be short 1 pagers, or me upload like twice a month and the be like 5-7 (ish) pages long? Anyway tell me that :b
K so pictures on the right, no song s yet, but whatever :b
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“Esmerie Antoinette Sebastiana Etienne! You are heir to the throne of France! Que estabas pinsando? What were you thinking?” My mother scolded me. Nina Etienne, formerly Nina Delgado, is my very Spanish mother.
“Nino estupido! Usted podria haber sido capturados por bandidios y rescatados, o peor! Ellos podrian haber matado! Sabes lo preocupada que estaba? Si usted va a salir por favor tome un baballero, o un supervisor, o tu padre! Por lo menos decirle a alguien a donde va, mi hijo! Tenia miedo de mi mente! No vuelvas a hacerne esto a mi otra vez. Te quiero mucho, mi rosa poco. No se lo que haria que se han visto afectado’s.” she switched to Spanish, which meant she as really upset. That is the only time she spoke her native language anymore…
“Mama, I cannot keep up. Please, in French.” I lied. I could speak Spanish immaculately, I just didn’t want her to get in trouble. My Papa is very mefiant, distrustful. Mama and him got into a fight this morning, so he probably has spies everywhere listening in on her to make sure she isn’t planning to overthrow him.
“Just, don’t go out to the woods alone anymore!” and with that, my dear Mama turned on her heal and walked away. I sighed, and started to my room, thinking about my walk in the woods. It had been so nice to finally be free of prying eyes and attendants.
This brings me back to why I was in ennuis. Trouble.
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I had woken up this morning, in a reasonably good mood, only to hear Mama and Papa having a fight, about me. I was walking to their door to wake them up, when I heard it.
“Henry, you cannot be seriously considering this!” My Mamas high soprano voice rang out.
“Nina, you know I have no choice in the matter! To keep our alliance, we must unite them. If we do not, war will break out and our kingdoms will be lost!” Papa’s base yelled back
“But she is only 16! We cannot, no, we will not allow this to happen! “ Mama shrieked
“God damn c’est, Nina! Esmeria will marry Prince Agustine before the two moons have passed! THAT IS FINAL!” my father yelled back just as loud.
“Henry! Please reconsider! She is your only daughter! At least give her a few more years at home..” Mama dissolved into sobs.
“Do you think I want to marry her off that mal, malade, malveillants child, Nina? Pas, I do not. I would not wish that evil man on anyone, least of all on my own daughter! But J n’ai pas le choix. I have no choice. If I do not, then our country will fall into a civil war.” Papa sounded so sad..
“Henry, find another way! We are the rightful royal family. They have no power!”
“Nina, their eldest son is Death. They have just as much right to the throne as we. Though, they are not fit to rule. They are an incompetent family. No matter what, we cannot allow them to take the throne alone.”
“Morte…” Mama sounded stunned
“Mon Esmerie cheri, pardonne-moi, forgive me.” My Papa sounded sad
I just stood there, stunned. I was going to marry Prince Agustin. He was the most famous man in France, for all the wrong reasons. He was the whore-houses most rampant visitor, and he almost killed every single one he was with. He was a cruel, cruel man. He beats children! How am I supposed to provide him an heir if I feel he will beat our child? Not only this, but he is also the youngest brother! The eldest is Olivere, but he will not be king because he has been passed on the gift of his mother. He is la mort. Death.
He has the power of taking away life. He can take the life away from someone at will, or let them live longer. It is a hard job, and he is highly respected. This also means that the moissonneurs, reapers, are cold, and heartless. They have no emotion. You can always tell when you come across a moissonneur, because their eyes are silver. Not blue-gray, but silver. Plus, they are always beautiful. Not to be mistaken for the English Vampire. They are completely different. The pale skin is the only similarity. Their mother is the most famous reaper, for her cruel indifference and her mercilessness. She was a cold-hearted chienne. Their father is just a pawn, the poor man. Incredibly passive, he just follows his wife’s orders, no questions asked.
I was stunned. Absolutely silenced. I didn’t even hear the door open. I just saw it. I looked up to see my fathers tired face. I searched his eyes for any sign that this was a joke, and found none. So I ran. I heard my mother screaming behind me, and my father yelling for her to let me go, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t even find it in myself to find gratitude for my father helping me have alone time. I was too shocked for that.
I guess I shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t help it. I just kind off assumed that I would be married to some foreign prince from England or Indonesia or something. But it made sense for my to marry Agustine… Though I don’t like it. I ran to the palace garden, but I could still see gaurds, so I ran into the forest that surrounded the back side of the castle. I was free from prying eyes to just, be.
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Finally I reached my door still thinking about this morning, opened it, and screamed.
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RomanceEsmerie is heir to the throne of France. She is destined-or doomed-to marry the man that her parents have chosen for her. What happens when she starts to have feelings for his brother? What happens when said brother is also Death himself?
