Post by LIV & AERON ASHFORD on Sept 23, 2011 22:31:42 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby
so much hate for the ones we love
TAG: GEMMA ASHFORD | OPEN
Hot, bitter liquid slid down her cheeks. The tears stung the Scottish queen’s tender flesh, waking her in the same manner in which she had taken to a dreamless sleep. Lavinia’s eyes fluttered open slowly, vision coming to a slow focus. As appealing as lying in bed all day was, she knew she had to get up, had to believe that one day it would not be quite so hard, and maybe she would make it out stronger.
It had been exactly three hundred and ninety four days since she has last seen her beloved Aston, and everyday was worse than the one before it. Every moment spent with her darling son was a constant reminder of what she had lost. Aeron was the spitting image of his father, the duke, and her heart ached to look at him. To hold him. To hear him laugh or see him smile. A bittersweet torture.
People saw a remarkable change in the queen. She was no longer the harlot everyone knew her to be. She was a devoted mother who cared for her child on a daily basis - which was a lot more than could be said of her royal peers. If she were not so busy hating herself and pining after the duke, perhaps she would have been able to enjoy the changes in herself.
“Coward,” she whispered harshly, not to herself, but to Aston - wherever he was. Even after all of this time, she could not understand why he had abandoned them. A million notions ran through her mind on the daily, but none were a definitive answer. She hated the duke as much as she loved him. Most of all she hated how she felt every time she looked at her little boy. Her Aeron. She hated that they were cheated out of something wonderful. Something she and her son needed more than anything…
With all of the strength that she possessed, the Scottish queen removed herself from the luxurious French bed, slowly bring herself to the expensive vanity across the room. The flesh that framed her olive eyes was red and raw from the tears that plagued her every day. A discontented sigh escaped her lips as she picked up the brush. It was only a few moments before she gave up on the tangles among her curls, fashioning a messy braid instead.
She pivoted her head slightly and pushed back the hair that fell by her left ear, revealing three marks -- remnants of the last encounter she had with her husband. She was glad it would be some time before he would even consider coming to Versailles, having too many political affairs to tend to before anything else could fill his schedule. The queen noted the swelling and bruising was finally gone. The marks themselves would become scars, she was certain.
After her ladies had helped her to dress, she excused them and made her way outside where she would meet with Aeron’s governess, Claire Mont-Blanc. The queen half-forced a smile as she approached the woman. Aeron wriggled in the governess’s arms, making excited noises at the sight of his mother. “My darling!” Lavinia greeted, taking the fair haired boy in her arms.
She hugged him close a moment, kissing at his chubby little cheeks. It would not be long before he would be demanding to be set on his feet so he could walk -- an accomplishment he still seemed to be thrilled about. Aeron pulled back and looked at his mother seriously. He spoke a few words of nonsense and became distracted by the necklace she wore. “Necklace,” she told him, repeating the word a few more times and indicating the piece of jewelry that hung around her neck.
Lavinia’s gaze flickered to Claire briefly. “You are dismissed.” she told the woman, waving her off. The governess nodded and left the queen to be with her son. “Neshcras!” Aeron said, his little lips forming a grin. “Yes, my love. Necklace.” She kissed the top of her son’s head, then set him on his feet, gently urging his hand to take hold of her fingers.
“Why don’t we explore the western gardens today, hm?”
tell me that we both matter dont we
