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"I don't want to go, Mother. Avery should be going instead of me, she was the one promised to the duke, not me. It isn't fair." "...I understand why you are upset, but please do not be cross. She decided her heart laid with that...bohemian rather than with her family. It cannot be helped." His attempt at arguing against his mother was cut short, the tightening around his torso only allowing him enough breath to offer a squeak. "Sorry my lord," The maid said flatly, still pulling at the thick cords. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, the marquess took in a lungful of breath before the help was able to tighten the corset further. "And you could not recruit the help of a relative instead?" Leveling his eyes in the mirror to look at his mother, he was matched with her own gaze. He could see her offer a sigh, clearly having answered this question numerous times. "The duke has seen your sister. If anyone aside from you went in her place he would take notice." With lips pursed, and breath taken away again by the relentless maid, the man was confronted by only himself. At a mere glance anyone could have easily mistaken him for his sister, and his sister for him; Only if one were to look at the fine details could they see the difference between the two of them. Letting out a sigh of his own, he straightened as the maid tied off the strings of his corset. As he peered into the mirror he could see his new found curves, and couldn't help the thoughts that flooded his mind, and were almost instantaniously voiced by his mother. "You really do look look like her." Pulling his gaze from the rounded edges of his body, he locked eyes with his mother against through the mirror before turning to greet them again. Stepping forward with arms outstretched, the marquess kindly took the woman's hands into his own. "It is a blessing given our situation. Praise the gods you had twins." Receiving a smile for himself, he allowed for one of the frail hands to fall from his grip before turning to look at himself in the mirror again. "When do I leave?"
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to...
What a Doll: Pixel Shop
The [Honey] Comb: Hangout
...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
Old Posted 04-11-2012, 11:44 PM Reply With Quote