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2 - The Memory: Violette
Violette knew she chose well. Ferdinand was everything she ever dreamed of in a man – he was brave, charming, handsome, kind. Genteel Ferdinand, born a world away from the affluent life that she had been used to.
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One warm summer evening, she and Ferdinand were out in the hills, wandering through the heather and lavender. Bees and butterflies danced in the waning amber sunlight, and the air was warm and thick with flowery perfume. The horses grazed nearby, flicking their tails in contentment.
Ferdinand turned to Violette, his eyes shining with joy. “My love, perhaps it is the time to ask your hand. I have enough money now to make us a proper family and I am certain Master Wolf would give me a raise if he knew that our marriage was imminent.”
Such pleading! But her heart was pained. The day before had been so strange, with Wolf. While Ferdinand had been away at his work Wolf had asked her to meet him in the channel island park for a rendez-vous . . . .
The Day Before
“Now, turn left Wolf!” Violette giggled. “You certainly have flare.”
“Is this good? Will you do my portrait with this look? Or THIS one?”
“Well Wolf, perhaps we should have some lunch and continue our endeavours later. “ Violette stood up, her cheeks suddenly red. “You know, Wolf, a nude portait would never go well in court. However, if you find some suitable clothes . . . .”
“ OOOOooooo! Violette, marry me, please! You don’t need some unknown to take your money, your influence, your – “ and Wolf just took her, and kissed her passionately.
“Do you really think so? Wolf, he is your best friend. And he is my fiance. I can’t marry you. I love him, you love him too … no! Not yet . . . I simply cannot decide, just take me home, Wolf.”
There was something strange in Wolf’s emerald eyes, sinister, brutish. . . . Violette shuddered as she was taken home in the carriage.
Present Day
“Violette?”
Ferdiand’s warm, tenor voice soothed her from the memory.
“Ferdinand – I . . . “ Oh no! he was proposing!
“Please, Violette. You are my sunlight, my silver and gold, my beauty of a thousand poems. I couldn’t live withou –“
She felt as if her head was going to explode, and her stomach suddenly hurt so much!
“No, Ferdinand. Not yet! Please!”
Why not? Why not? She felt ill and clutched her stomach.
He looked shocked. Beaten to a pulp. “I love you. All I want is a family from you – us . . . don’t do this to me.”
“Ferdinand, I am pregnant!”
Later that night, she came to him in the kitchen. “Ferdinand, I have written to my family. If they approve of our marriage despite our sin –“
He embraced her, then kissed her madly. “Let us not think about that. I love you, and only you. When you are ready my love.”
She took him deeply into her arms and didn’t let go.
Violette knew she chose well. Ferdinand was everything she ever dreamed of in a man – he was brave, charming, handsome, kind. Genteel Ferdinand, born a world away from the affluent life that she had been used to.
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One warm summer evening, she and Ferdinand were out in the hills, wandering through the heather and lavender. Bees and butterflies danced in the waning amber sunlight, and the air was warm and thick with flowery perfume. The horses grazed nearby, flicking their tails in contentment.
Ferdinand turned to Violette, his eyes shining with joy. “My love, perhaps it is the time to ask your hand. I have enough money now to make us a proper family and I am certain Master Wolf would give me a raise if he knew that our marriage was imminent.”
Such pleading! But her heart was pained. The day before had been so strange, with Wolf. While Ferdinand had been away at his work Wolf had asked her to meet him in the channel island park for a rendez-vous . . . .
The Day Before
“Now, turn left Wolf!” Violette giggled. “You certainly have flare.”
“Is this good? Will you do my portrait with this look? Or THIS one?”
“Well Wolf, perhaps we should have some lunch and continue our endeavours later. “ Violette stood up, her cheeks suddenly red. “You know, Wolf, a nude portait would never go well in court. However, if you find some suitable clothes . . . .”
“ OOOOooooo! Violette, marry me, please! You don’t need some unknown to take your money, your influence, your – “ and Wolf just took her, and kissed her passionately.
“Do you really think so? Wolf, he is your best friend. And he is my fiance. I can’t marry you. I love him, you love him too … no! Not yet . . . I simply cannot decide, just take me home, Wolf.”
There was something strange in Wolf’s emerald eyes, sinister, brutish. . . . Violette shuddered as she was taken home in the carriage.
Present Day
“Violette?”
Ferdiand’s warm, tenor voice soothed her from the memory.
“Ferdinand – I . . . “ Oh no! he was proposing!
“Please, Violette. You are my sunlight, my silver and gold, my beauty of a thousand poems. I couldn’t live withou –“
She felt as if her head was going to explode, and her stomach suddenly hurt so much!
“No, Ferdinand. Not yet! Please!”
Why not? Why not? She felt ill and clutched her stomach.
He looked shocked. Beaten to a pulp. “I love you. All I want is a family from you – us . . . don’t do this to me.”
“Ferdinand, I am pregnant!”
Later that night, she came to him in the kitchen. “Ferdinand, I have written to my family. If they approve of our marriage despite our sin –“
He embraced her, then kissed her madly. “Let us not think about that. I love you, and only you. When you are ready my love.”
She took him deeply into her arms and didn’t let go.
