Lady Marie's Wish

...she sends me on a quest, but for precisely what?

Duke de Bergoine, b*****d son of King Alexandre III, quite an interesting fellow, handsome, smart, and dare I say it? A b*****d. Not only in the literal sense, but also in the fact that he has nearly violated Lady Marie, whom I serve with the utmost devotion, not once, but twice. If it had not been for my rather untimely appearance in her chambers, thank the Devil, I fear my Lady Marie would have been lost to us after being used by that devil duke. Both times, I fear, my apperance was the work of Satan himself, so that he might save the Lady for himself, when she is released from the clutches of life and denied by St. Peter. Either way, unless Andre the b*****d is no longer a b*****d, I fear for Lady Marie's saftey and even my own, though I know Satan guides my way, and he is her husband.

It was mid-day, and the palace was a buzz with the rush of lunch. Oh, how I detested lunch! To stand behind Lady Marie and watch her ill-mannered family wat was if the executioner himself was stalking my neck. And their manners? Do not even ask me such a thing. For they did not exist in any form, excepting my Lady. Even the Devil. or so I had been told by various other imps and demons (for I had never, till then, met the devil), that Lucifer himself ate like the poorest peasnt wanting to keep his meager and pristine house spotless.

From behind me, where I sat hemming a gown, a servant cried my name. I turned to see a little girl, one of Andre's little "playthings" waiting for me. "Yes, Emilee?"

"Lady Marie wishes to see you," she replied in a high pitched voice, one I knew could do wonders when it sang.

"I shall come. And Emilee?"

"Yes, Miss Katherine?"

"I am always here for you. No matter what. If Andre..." I could not finish. Even though Andre had done nothing yet to harm his "playthings" in any manner, I did not trust him, and I loved Emilee the most, because she was my mother's sister's husband's brother's neice's daughter.

"Yes, Miss Katherine."

I watched her prance away to my quarters, where she slept and lived. I put down the gown and hurried up the steps behind the couch to Lady Marie's apartments, which were, most annoyingly, above the servant quarters. She called me in times of her various needs, and only me. I did not know why, but I had the strangest perception that this was also the devil's work. After all, why would she take such great interesti in a poor girl from Paris? The damned Luficer b*****d. Could he not find some other maiden to pry upon? Did he have to make me into nothing but a contorted minion?

I found Lady Marie in her dressing chambers, sitting at her vanity; her handmaidens surrounding her as the prepared for the mid-day meal. I announced my presence and waited for her to acknowledge and address me. Presently, she sent her hand maidens to the great hall to prepare and leave us in silence. Thankfully, I had been relieved of such horrendous duties a few days prior, so I could go about the Lady's business in private.

"Katerine," she said, gracefully sitting down on an exquistely embroidered couch, the pale yellow of her dress spilling over the seat and on to the cold, marble floor. "You, by far, have been my most loyal of hand maidens, and any other I know would hae run off with some godforsaken noble with all the privelages I have given you."

I blinked, knowing her honeycoated words were only a ruse to elevate my ego. Unfortunately, I had none. Only the demons and devils of Satan. "Lady Marie," I said, emotionless, "Forgive me for beiing blunt, but could you please arrive at the point? I also have other duties I must attend to."

Lady Marie laughed. Evidently, I was not to be beheaded in the near future. "Katherine, I am expecting a package and because I am not allowed to venture away from Versailles as I did during my youth into my beautiful Paris, I would like you to recieve the package on my behalf when you go on holiday."

"Do I have a choice?" I did not fear the nobles and royals as most others did and did not care what the felt of me. Worldly riches where an invaluable waste to one who found very little pleasure in the eartly world. Perhaps, with this comment, my beheading would come much sooner.

"Oh, Katherine, love, of course you have the will to say no, but in that case, I would have to go  myself to Paris and that would require more than just me. It would ruin the entire vow of secrecy I have kept to my supplier, and perhaps, would you not want the advance on your wages a little bit early?"

I sighed, knowing very well the ways of the nobles and royals. In other words, I had no choice. "Lady Marie, what is this package?"

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