The Duchess' Waltz

We begin watching as the duchess begins her dance, touching the hands of many suitors as she approached the center of the dance floor. Slowly she sheds the many layers of her giant dress, the reds and blues that weigh her down. She stood watching the eyes shifting around her in nothing but a black silk dress on knowing that later she would suffer deeply for her indecency. She closed her eyes as the song began playing ..... Self hatred grows in me like a cancer....... I cant locate its whereabouts but its feasting on its host........ she began her dance allowing the music to drift around capturing the eyes of all the nobles in the room. They stared as she spun and leaped landing gracefully as if she had wings. 

The continued on and she danced, soon Sir Luke came to join her on the floor grabbing her hand and spinning her around in his arms as he lifted her above his head. The beauty of the dance captivating all, but the most captivated were the ones on the dance floor. The gazed longingly into each others eyes allowing the passion that swirled around them to engulf them on the tide taking them away. The duchess clutching to the knights hand breathing heavily as her chest rose and fell. He acted none like the savage beast that she saw on normal occasions. Soon a new song began ......same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now........ Our song on the radio but it doesn't sound the same. The dancing slowed as they began to waltz around the floor smiling as if they were the only ones there. 

No words were spoken as they spun. No one spoke and it was as if everyone's breath had been stolen leaving behind only awestruck faces watching the treason happen before there eyes. In this moment though no one thought of consequences only of the happiness that they felt as they saw the beautiful story unfold before them smiles creeping onto even the iciest of faces. All wondering how could something this beautiful come out of something so treacherous. The knight and duchess continued their promenade across the floor as the knight drew his dagger. No one noticed as he plunged the knife into the duchess' heart ending the dance for her as he turned and ran from the ballroom. No one saw as he fled across the lawn to entranced by the spell cast on them from the beauty of the dance. They stood believing that the danced continued seeing nothing as the duchess laid broken hearted and bleeding out staining the concrete tiles that lay below her.

This story ends with us watching the remains of the lovely duchess. Her life fading slowly as no one mourned or cried or covered her bare limbs. A single tear slid down her cheek and that was the end of our duchess and her beauty and grace. Nothing was left as she stared wide eyed at the ornate ceiling.

Reviews

[G!o]

Captivating with good beats to it. I love the ambiance of tension craved in this by the short lines and no pompous description. It's got a goth ring to it. Reading it, i kept picturing it as a stage perfomance or a poem in my mind. This is a great writing. Just a few gramatical errors but it is fine.

[Devanshu Rajput]

excellent

[KeeD]

I feel captured in a renaissance kind of period and the story had it's charm and brilliance as well. The mesmerizing touch of watching something so vivid, so beautiful to be ignorant of the truth that comes along with everything astonishing, bravo you've captured that human quality precisely here

[Leslie Philibert]

What I enjoy here are the fantasy elements and the historical/romantic frame, so a text with lots of different aspects, a fairy tale, a historical short story, but also modern in the way the death of the Duchess is described, nice one.