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Hi, my name is Annalise
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 | [00] The Forbidden Affairs of the Rich and Poor |
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 5 with 5 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-02 15:54:35 |
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Authors Note: This is the first story i have posted on this website. My friend recommended it. The dollmaker doesn't seem to work on my computer and freezes eveytime I try to open it. Any help? OH And constructive criticism is very welcomed. Thank you. -amanda
Intro:
The maid’s closet
Not exactly the place Annalise wanted to be at the moment, especially not with the drunken and puking Sir Richard Donaldson. Annalise held her breath. For if she inhaled another breath of the toxic scent of the alcohol and cocktail shrimp oozing from Sir Richard’s mouth she swore she might vomit as well. Annalise frowned at Sir Richards sweat covered, red face which had been so beautiful and persuasive just an hour ago. Annalise turned away from the man and stared at the closet door which was her way out of this disgusting mess, if only it was unlocked.
“For god’s sake someone please unlock this door!” Annalise yelled smacking the wooden door with every bit of power she had left in her weak arms. A ball in her honor was being outside the closet and down the hallway and yet she was imprisoned in a small maid’s closet with the most wrenched and repulsive man in the castle. Annalise groaned slamming her back onto the door and sliding down to the floor. Why must she always be blinded by outer beauty? She pulled the pins from her hair allowing her chestnut brown hair to fall down her shoulder. She glanced back over to Sir Richard and spoke in a bitter tone.
“To think of the impure and sinful events that might have occurred in this closet if the alcohol had not finally intoxicated your body. I am ashamed for allowing myself to be controlled by your sensual voice.” Annalise slammed her head against the door again release some of the anger the overwhelmed her body.
“Lady Annalise please forgive my behavior. I should not have indulged myself in so many glasses of wine. Perhaps another time when-”
“Another time? You insult me for even thinking there would be another time where you could cloak my senses enough to ignore my reasoning. And it was not the rich wine that intoxicated your body, for you only had a glass. You reek of the stench of cheap whiskey used purely for intoxication.” Annalise hissed. The sound of footsteps echoed through Annalise’s ears. “HELP!” She yelled pounding the door again. The footsteps stopped and then continued towards the door of the closet. “HELP!” Annalise yelled once more. The footsteps approached the door and Annalise heard the lock turn. She jumped up ready to run out the door the moment it was opened for her.
“Is there someone in her-” Annalise leaped out of the closet colliding with her savior. The two fell to the firm floor with a loud “THUD” Annalise leaped up quickly in shock of what she had just done. The unidentified man was laying on the floor and a huge grin across his face, laughing quietly to himself.
“Oh please excuse my behavior Sir! My dearest apologies! I have lost my mind.” Annalise said curtsying at the man who laid laughing on the floor. He glanced up and Annalise before rising from the floor and bowing.
“Oh no my Lady. It is me who should be sorry. I did not mean to interrupt.” The man spoke slowly trying to hide the amusement he found in the matter. Annalise glowered at Sir Richard who drunkenly stood up relying on the door knob to keep his balance.
“You interrupted nothing more than a drunken man’s indecent fantasy with Lady such as myself. You did nothing more than save me and I am very grateful of that.” Annalise smiled curtsying again at the man, “I don’t believe we have met Sir. I am Lady Annalise Ashford.” Amusement raced across the young man’s eyes before he spoke.
“Hello my lady. I am Sir Nicolas Blain, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He took Annalise’s hand and gently kissed it sending a rush of blood to Annalise’s cheeks. His emerald eyes darted from Annalise’s hand, he still held in his grasp, to her flushed face. A sparkling diamond smile flew across Annalise’s face as she searched for a response.
“Oh no…Th- the Pleasure is al- all mine.” She stuttered. He returned the gesture with his own flawless smile before releasing Annalise’s hand which fell slowly to her side. Annalise seemed frozen in the moment of staring into Sir Nicolas’s beautiful eyes which were staring into Annalise’s. She was once again blinded by a man’s beauty so much that he could kill her right now and she would not have minded. She was very thankful that he blessed her with this moment of silence, a moment of his eyes on her and hers on his. He was very handsome and young, not possibly more than a year older than Annalise’s age of 17. She had never laid eyes on this statue of beauty before like she had with the numerous other men that danced and chatted among themselves only a hallway away. She could be with them, the egotistical self-obsessed sons of kings that only fantasized of Annalise’s bedroom, but she wasn’t. She was saved from one of those imbeciles by a man who was not like them. His eyes did not show any sight of sinful thoughts or images, nor did they ever glance down at her chest. His smile was an innocent gesture unlike the others. He was exactly the type of man her father would want her to chose….
“Nicolas! Back to the kitchen, there are many dishes in need of washing!” yelled the Chef from behind the kitchen doors.
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That was an amazing story you could really make more of it and publish it! My mom is an author and i could tell u the name of her publishing company. 