July 1205 ,
The
child had awakened, the Count took the toddler in his arms and he
contemplated her. He could not take his eyes off the little girl, her
green eyes, her dark hair, he loved them so much.
This
mahogany hair, these eyes, those delicate features were so familiar.
The little girl has inherited her beauty from her mother, the Lady of
Castelmirail.
Tescelin
de Brisay of Castelmirail had loved Eléonore with so much passion,
she was the apple of his eye.
“I
shall not exchange you for better or worse until the end”
Such
were the words he’d said when he’d married to the young Eléonore
Thomassin a rich commoner. While he uterred
these vows, his heart had acquiesced with all his love. And now she
was gone to Heaven.
The lord of
Castelmirail had always thought that one day he would have
grandchildren. With his wife by his side he would play with them,
they would read them stories about princesses and knights.
He
was wrong, it was a dream and dreams didn’t always come true, he
knew it but he wanted to believe in those dreams. Reality wasn’t as
beautiful as his dreams. Reality was the worst nightmare, his beloved
Eléonore wasn’t here anymore, he had just lost her, all it took
were a few moments for everything to collapse
The
previous day he’d say good bye to his beloved wife. On this very
sad day, the weather was awful, the sky was pouring with rain and
hail. These rain drops and these hailstones were like tears of
sadness and anger.
The
Countess was now in a sarcophagus. He would never see her smile
again. He would never hold her in his arms anymore, he would never
wake up with her at his side anymore. Her soft voice was silent for
the eternity.
His sadness was
so deep, he had a huge hole in his heart.
How
could he overcome this grief that consumed him? 
But
he had to bit the bullet, Eléonore wouldn’t want him to give-up.
He had to live for Emma, their miracle baby.
He
had to raise her in memory of her mother and to make her a lady of the
nobility, the worthy heiress of Castelmirail, this small seigniory
from South of France.
More soon.....
Thanks a lot.
ReplyDeleteIt's very sad, but I like the way you write - showing emotions of the characters. I can imagine it's hard to write in English when it's not the native language, as I have just the same, so it's even more amazing you decided to write! I'm waiting for more! :) -NineYellowGirl
ReplyDeleteThanks, the original version is in French, I've just translated it with google ( it's easy to translate English/mother tongue but it's a lot harder mother tongue/English )and I checked it because translation via google isn't 100% ok. Some part are 100% rewritten. And I sent the text MarinaMaxwellYuy for a beta reading.
DeleteI don't know if I'll continue this version.
I'm loving it so far, can't wait for the next chapter! I honestly started to tear up. I think you write very well!
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteLovely <3
ReplyDeleteThis is good, I can tell it'll be a good story.
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