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milliways_bar2004-07-07 11:46 pm
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OOC:Upstairs in a room at Milliways
I cannot endure this.
Yet, I must. For the sake of my sweet cousin I must smile and play the contented betrothed while my heart breaks.
My cousin lives unblemished, for that I give thanks.
The honour of our family is restored, for that, I am equally grateful.
The evil man who nearly caused our ruin is closely mewed up and will no more blight our cheer, for that I do joy.
My cousin will marry the man she chose and live the life that is right for a lady of her breeding, for her I am glad.
But I am accursed. I who have rarely known an hour of sobs and sadness, now spend days prostrate on my bed, weeping for what I do not have. I, who always knew the courtesies done to me and who was willing to continue in the mould I made myself. Oh, I, who ne'er planned, nor wished, to debase myself into the yoke of matrimony, now find myself leashed to a man who loves me only in friendly kinship and will never live a moment unregretting of our union.
I once had hope, but now have none. My friendly, scornful pride hath deserted me like so much dust before a wanton ambling wind and I shall be broken.
What shall become of me?
Yet, I must. For the sake of my sweet cousin I must smile and play the contented betrothed while my heart breaks.
My cousin lives unblemished, for that I give thanks.
The honour of our family is restored, for that, I am equally grateful.
The evil man who nearly caused our ruin is closely mewed up and will no more blight our cheer, for that I do joy.
My cousin will marry the man she chose and live the life that is right for a lady of her breeding, for her I am glad.
But I am accursed. I who have rarely known an hour of sobs and sadness, now spend days prostrate on my bed, weeping for what I do not have. I, who always knew the courtesies done to me and who was willing to continue in the mould I made myself. Oh, I, who ne'er planned, nor wished, to debase myself into the yoke of matrimony, now find myself leashed to a man who loves me only in friendly kinship and will never live a moment unregretting of our union.
I once had hope, but now have none. My friendly, scornful pride hath deserted me like so much dust before a wanton ambling wind and I shall be broken.
What shall become of me?