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Hi, my name is Annalise
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 | [01] The Forbidden Affairs of the Rich and Poor |
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 5 with 3 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-03 14:30:29 |
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Authors Note: Ugh once again i try to create a doll and it freezes my computer. Ok so the first paragraph or 2 is Annalise's train of thought. Kind of a summary of what she had been thinking. hope you enjoy. -amanda
It had been 2 weeks since Annalise met the young man she had always fantasized meeting. Charming, handsome, and non perverse, the so called prince charming. He would sweep the princess right off her feet and fall truly and madly in love with her- or so she had read in books. The man a lady would choose to marry would always be that prince charming, so she thought. But the man Annalise had thought to be her savior, her prince charming lacked in beauty in the spot that matter most to families such as hers. He lacked in the beauty of wealth. He was a dish washer- not any man her father would think she would find fancy in. Annalise had looked at the other men who journeyed from a far to be blessed with her liking and found no interest in any. They were simply the same. Perverse fools who watched her brexsts as she spoke with eyes filled with lxst towards her. They were flawed. And flaw was not a word Annalise was associated with. But Nicolas was flawed- so flawed that Annalise would have lost thought in immediately.
But she did not.
He haunted her mind and dreams with his divine smile, and his innocent gestures and words that would send shivers of pleasure down Annalise’s spine. He never left her mind since that night, not even once. So it came as no surprise to her when she asked her father to appoint the kitchen staff from the ball to be normal chefs in the castle where she lived. Nor did she find a surprise in herself when she dressed on her best dress, freshly imported from Paris that slimmed her waist and tanned her skin, just to sit in the garden where the kitchen staff took their breaks. These were no surprises to her, not at all.
Annalise rested quietly on a bench surrounded by the rare and beautiful flowers that inhabited her garden. She slowly plucked each petal from a rose she held in her hand, awaiting the moment where she would face Nicolas. She glanced at the sundial realizing how long she had been in the garden, watching the kitchen doors, hoping to see Nicolas exit the building.
“What a brainless girl I am.” Annalise groaned throwing the rose next to her, “He is not here.” Defeat and hopelessness overcame her body. She took a deep breath-as deep as she could in the corseted dress-and snatched the rose, piercing her fragile hand with its thorns. “Ouch! Dxmn rose!” She growled casting the flower aside before noticing the maroon liquid that gushed from her finger.
“Are you ok Lady Annalise?” A voice questioned from behind her.
“Do I bloody hell look alright?” She hissed sucking the blood from her punctured finger and scowling at the grotesque taste.
“No. Excuse me my Lady I was only asking.” The voice spoke quieter and tickled tone. Annalise whipped her head around.
“Well it was a stupid-” Standing a few feet from her was the lovely Nicolas, “Oh!” Dumbfounded, she lost her balance and fell forward smacking over a small fountain. The fountain water splashed upwards, soaking her dress with water while the impact of the ground ripped her corset exposing small sections of skin. Annalise froze in embarrassment, blood rushing to her cheeks as Nicolas rushed to her side and slowly lifting her upper body off of the cold stone ground.
“You must be careful my lady.” Nicolas stated in an amused tone. Annalise looked up to see a long grin spread across his flawless face. The blood in her cheeks multiplied.
“The amusement you find in this is truly insulting.” Annalise spoke slowly, trying to avoid the stuttering that wanted so badly to escape her vocals. The words Annalise spoke both surprised and entertained Nicolas who then tried to disguise his smile.
“I beg your pardon my lady.” Nicolas slowly stepped away from Annalise.
“No wait!” She yelled launching herself forward from the ground. Her small hand wrapped itself around Nicolas’s ankle causing him to fall forward joining Annalise on the cold, moist ground. Annalise’s eyes widened at the sight of what she had just done. Shock first ran across Nicolas’s face as he was rather surprised to be lying on the ground. Then a smile broke, followed by a burst of laughter. Annalise stared at the insane young man before his contagious laughter caused a smile to break across her face followed by quiet giggles which lead to complete hysteria.
“Are you insane?” Annalise asked between giggles, “I seize your ankle causing you to plunge to the ground and you laugh?”
“Well excuse me for finding entertainment in the matter. And I believe you are the insane one my lady. You seized my ankle, not I.” Nicolas laughed rising from the ground and offering his hand to Annalise.
“Well pardon me for not wanting you to leave.” Annalise laughed relying on his hand for support as her body rose from the ground. The words caught Nicolas off guard and a curious smile arose from his lips.
“You did not want me to leave?” His joyous tone caused Annalise to blush at her own words.
“Well no-no I did not.” Her stuttering voice caused a pink blush to overtake Nicolas’s cheeks. He gently ran his fingers through his velvety soft hair.
“Why my lady?” Nicolas’s tone suggested he was very intrigued by Annalise’s words. The tone made Annalise’s nerves spark fires in her cheeks that spread throughout her entire body. He stepped closer to her, his scent clouding Annalise’s mind. She did not want to express her true feelings but the fire inside of her body and his close proximity made it nearly impossible to come up with a witty response.
“I am in the process of finding an answer for that question myself. And please call me Annalise. I grow sick of being called ‘my lady’” Annalise stated the only response her mind would allow her to think of. She felt brainless when she was around Nicolas and this terrified her. He was so extraordinary, and different from the men she was used to being around and that caused her to feel a great need for his presence.
“Annalise.” Nicolas’s seduction tone sent shivers of pleasure throughout Annalise’s body. “That is such a dazzling name.” Nicolas brushed his warm hand softly across Annalise’s cheek, burning them with his touch. An immediate wanting for Nicolas ripped through Annalise’s body harshly. He was addicting, and he intoxicated her with a simple touch. His eyes then widened and his hand fell from her face. “I am sorry Annalise, I should not have-” Annalise stopped him and seized his hand placing it back to her fiery cheek in a strong, fast motion.
“No. Do it again.” She whispered. |
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