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| A Woman Scorn; [p] Emmerdae | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 28 2008, 12:37 AM (236 Views) | |
| The Enchantress | Feb 2 2009, 05:01 AM Post #16 |
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I'm the apple you can't resist.
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“You look beautiful Emmerdae, truly, no matter what happens, I will always remember you standing before me in the forest, like some painting by a master of the art.” Many times before had the word ‘beautiful’ been connected to Emmerdae; honestly said beauty was perhaps one of the only endowments that she had. However, few men had ever expressed it the way Incognito had. Oh, his words and praise were uncannily similar to what young and old men had whispered in her ear a thousand times, but in his words there was a depth of sincerity that none of them had ever managed to touch. It made her quiver with fear and hope and desire. She willed the man who had opened the door to go away. His presence tainted the room and was a sharp reminder of her flagrant actions. ‘Leave us alone...’ she begged silently, but did not dare move or say it out loud, afraid that he would take her away and never let her see him again. She pressed her face harder against Incognito's stomach. Finally Incognito spoke up, calmly dismissing the man. She could almost sense the man's hesitation in the air, but finally he nodded. “As you wish, good sir. Call us if anything is needed.” The door closed firmly and again they were left so that it was just the two of them. ‘Just me and Incognito...’ Slowly Emmerdae lifted her head, letting a bashful smile turn up the corners of her lips and show a hint of her pearly white teeth. ‘He really loves me. And he thinks I’m beautiful! Truly! Think of everything we could be...’ And so Emmerdae did think of everything they could be. They could put this behind them and get to know each other. Travel around Avalon, perhaps go on a few adventures and then he would propose to her, in some extravagant manner and of course she would accept. It would be a quiet wedding, perhaps by the waterfall where it had all started. She could bear him children and he would make a good father, teaching their handsome sons all the tricks with a sword. She could grow old, renounce her immortality and they would be buried together, happy and together forever in death. ‘What a sweet life it could be! Not a queen, but the happy wife of a soldier,’ she thought to herself, but a voice spoke up quickly in her mind: ‘Hmm...Not a queen? Would you be content with that?’ The tone of the voice was infected with a subtle taste of poison. ‘No...You would not be content, would you? You would be penniless and powerless, the unknown mortal wife of a common mortal soldier. Your beauty would wane and so would your love. When you have lost your glamour do you think he will still be able to look you in the eye and tell you that he loves you and thinks you are beautiful? I think not. Men are inconstant creatures, their desires shift like the wind and their loves ebb like the tide. Do not forget your original plan, you cannot be willing give that up so readily. Think about the King...’ As the voice mentioned that magic word (‘King...’), Emmerdae could not rid her mind of the King. She had a plan, an objective, a destiny...and this ethereal daydream of the future could never be as solid and promising as her plan. ‘The King. Don’t forget the King. I cannot settle for less when I have the possibility of becoming a Queen!’ And so she brushed away her little fantasy like one brushes away a cobweb in one’s way. This thinking had only taken a fraction of a moment. It was only a little while ago that the man had closed the door, and now all had changed. Emmerdae’s chin came up higher, her eyes gleamed and the shy smile had been discarded from her lips like an unwanted mask. She had to get away from here, but when she tried to turn her eyes to look at Incognito, she found that she could not. ‘I swear that if I look him in the eye my scheme for the future will be squished like a colourful beetle. I must not look at him.’ She stared down at his chest, at the bandaged hole that she had created. After one deep breath she rose elegantly to her feet, touching his stomach one last time. She brought her tingling fingers to her side and stared at the floor. “I have to go now. Good bye.” What else was there to say? And then she ran away, striding towards the door with her dress rippling with the movement. She pressed the door handle down, but just before opening the door she could not stop her body from turning back. She gave him one last look, trying to see his face through the curtain of tears that had been pulled over her eyes. “I’m so sorry. I love you. I do.” The words gushed out of her mouth before she could stop them. Well, it was too late to take them back now. Without waiting for a response she flung the door open and crashed into the room. Emmerdae summoned up a small portion of the enchantment spell she had been building inside her for long now and hurled the charm at the men in the room. It was weak and would only confuse their minds for a few minutes, but hopefully it would bring her enough time to escape. ‘You weren’t supposed to use any of that magic! You’ve been building up that spell for years now! And it’s meant for the King!’ she scolded herself, but it had been necessary. Emmerdae ran out of the house, slowing down when she saw other people coming towards her and blinking away the treacherous tears. She smiled tentatively at the couple, but they only stared at her with wide frightened eyes. Damnit! She had forgotten that her dress was still covered in Incognito’s blood. That would be a bit of a giveaway. She hurried down to the small harbour, looked out for one of the larger fishing barges and marched up to the old man lazing on the deck. “I need you to take me to the Port of Avalon. Now,” she commanded him, and he slowly got up, giving her a cursory glance. “Ye got any money? It’ll be five gold coins, at least!” Emmerdae’s heart pounded in her chest; any moment now they would be after her, they would catch her and lock her up and she would never have her chance. “No...” she replied, and the man started to shake her head. Mentally she cursed and added: “But I can offer...other services.” It was her only chance. “I say that sounds much better. Get on board, strumpet.” Emmerdae climbed aboard. She had none of her belongings with her, no money and no gowns. The one she was wearing was stained and dirty. She was a wanted woman for attempted murder. She sat down clutching the edge of the barge as the man set up the mast and began to row. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered towards the land as the little barge set off. “Don’t be. I promise my trusty ship won’t tip over if it gets a little rough...” the old sailor cackled. “I hope you do rough, eh my little harlot?” |
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