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The happiness and relief which had fallen over the castle got overshadowed the next year as the Duchess’s health turned to the worse again and she passed away. In her last words had she asked the others to not be saddened by her going, people were waiting for her and she would make sure to deliver greetings to them all from those who are still under the living. The other shadows were the scarce news about how Bonaparte Napoleon had taken over the regain, creating foreboding feelings under some people of France.
This was why Oscar found herself sitting again in the rose garden, but like so many times in the past there was someone who would find her, no matter where she was in it.
“I think her majesty would feel pleased how accurate she had named you.” come the male voice from behind her.
“What do you mean Victor?” she asked with a raised eyebrow while scooting a bit to the side, as an invitation to sit beside her, over the past year had the two of them spent much time together and she grew to enjoy his company, it stilled her sad memories. He even attempted to teach her sword fighting again with her other hand; it had been probably that gesture which had touched her the most.
“She called you ‘La Rose de Versailles’”. he personally had found the title fitting for the other, as did many who felt still at least a tinge of loyalty to their old commander.
“I…she what…how could…” Oscar found herself stammering as a blush spread over her cheeks.
“It is accurately fitting to you.” Victor replied while he brushed his hand against the nearest rose, it was a white one.
“I don’t think so.” she said stubbornly which made Victor laugh, his heart still ached that he could not be with her the way he wished, but the friendship he gained was more then he could have hoped for to achieve after thinking that she had died, he would not risk his new chance.
“I beg to differ Sylphide, it is more then accurate to compare you with a roses.” he told her while she started pouting, still not seeing his point while the other looked at her in amusement, she was slowly starting to remind him more and more on the Oscar he had meet all those years ago and fallen for.
“Victor?” the seriousness in her voice made him sombre up as he looked into her blue eyes.
“What is it Oscar?” he asked, something telling him that he knew what she was thinking about, somehow he seemed to have a type of affinity to read her.
“Do you think that a new war is soon upon us?” she asked him, her tone clearly indicating that she wished for honesty and no sugar coated lies one would tell a fine lady, she had been raised as a man, no matter her true gender, she had been a commander of an army and fought under men. She only accepted the truth and no lies.
“I’m not sure, things are changing fast, not only here, but also around the whole of Europe there is something in the air which I can’t truly decipher.” she nodded her head when suddenly a white rose got into the line of her vision. Turning to the side she noticed Victor giving her a small smile, one of the roses held in his hands, his fingers placed so that the thorns would not pierce him. “If history wishes for France to fall, then it will happen, but if not then the country will stand strong and maybe one day there will be lesser war.” he told her before standing up and walking back to the castle, he still needed to work somewhat on his notes and sort through them, leaving Oscar to stay sitting in the garden, a white rose in her lap.
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It had been a stormy spring evening in May that the Count of Girodelle had found himself sitting at the window of his room, still dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, his blue-green eyes staring out at the darkened night sky. Since the war had he problems sleeping when a storm raged, the sound of thunder reminded him eerily on the sound of cannons and the lightning of firearms shooting, even the sound of the rain could not keep these feelings away. He hated it, hated all those painful memories and the way they keep plaguing him, he was not a child anymore to fear the storm, but the memories proved to be stronger in this case then his resolve. Lightning flashed again, followed by thunder so he almost missed the knock on the door leading to his bedchamber. Realizing that it had not been his imagination stood the brunette up from his sitting position and headed for the door, slightly wondering who would seek him out at such an innaporite time, though he sent a silent prayer that it was not because something had happened, before finally grabbing the handle and to open it. All of his thoughts halting when seeing the blonde woman standing in front of his chamber, her head bowed slightly as she fidgeted with the hem of the kilt she had wrapped around her shoulders, he was to stunned to even notice that she was wearing only a nightshirt.
“Oscar? What are you doing here at such a late hour?” he asked the other who looked up at him, her face showing her nervousness and he understood, she like himself was also plagued by the memories the storm had called forth. “You couldn’t sleep.” he said in a gentle tone, still not making a move from the spot he was standing in the door, one hand still on the door handle.
“May I enter?” Oscar asked in a nervous tone, on any other day would she have laughed at the bewildered look on the brunette’s face, but on this night she only wished for someone to make her forget the darkness which was slowly crawling under her skin. When he stepped aside she quickly slipped into the room while he closed the door, looking just as nervous and lost like she herself.
“Feel free to sit down.” Victor finally managed to say as he tried to figure out if he may have actually managed to fall asleep by the window and this was some type of dream his mind had created to keep him asleep.
Oscar nodded, but did not make a move from where she stood, biting her lowerlip as she tired to come to a decision. She could still remember Étiennette’s words about true love being able to let go, she thought that she may have finally understood, both André and Victor had loved her deeply, the later had let her go and thus she hoped that the former would do the same if his feelings were really true as he had shown so often during the times they had grown up together. Taking a deep breath she made up her mind and took the last steps separating her from the man who had first asked for her hand and then let her go, because he was able to see to whom her heart belonged even before she realized it. She watched his blue-green eyes widen as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing their bodies together, his warmth seemed to drive away the cold she had felt.
She felt him stiffen and his eyes showed the conflicting feelings he was feeling, she could tell that a part of him truly wished to hold her, but the other felt scared, not wishing to intrigue. This made a small smile appear on her lips, she wondered why it had taken her so long to realize what kind of a man she had meet on that day under the blooming cherry tree, maybe then she would have been able to feel friendship for him much sooner, instead of annoyance.
“Étiennette told me that true love is able to let go, you have let me go and now I return to you.” she whispered while gazing up intently into his eyes, the conflicting feelings were still there, unchanged.
“It is not my right to touch you my Sylphide, no matter if I wish it or not.” he told her gently, even thought his heart was breaking with each word, her heart was not his to hold.
“A part of my heart is with the man I have loved and lost to death, but I still have the other part even thought scarred, adorned with deep cracks, but if you don’t mind I would gladly give it to you. If André truly loved me, he will understand.” she told him in a determined tone, holding his gaze while he let out a defeated sigh.
“Only if you don’t mind holding my own heart, which had been scorched by your flames.” Victor told her finally, his arms wrapping around the smaller body, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss.
“I will never regret.” she told him as he smiled at her, both of them slowly moving towards the bed, making Oscar realize how her stomach seemed to fill with butterflies, just like on her first night with André. She shook her head, it would be cruel is she would be thinking about another man when lying with Victor, he did not deserve that.
“What is wrong Oscar?” his gentle voice made her look at him, head slightly bowed. “Do you wish that we stop, it is still not too late to turn back.” he told her making her look up in a hurry and grab his hands with her own sword calloused ones.
“No, it is not that” she told him hurriedly before explaining in an embarrassed tone, she didn’t like how she was truly acting like a woman here, even thought she was one. “It is only that well…André and I…”
“It is fine my Sylphide, I know that you don’t like it to be compared to a rose, but I and all those whom have meet you still do. One of the beauties of roses is that no matter their meaning, may it be positive or negative, roses are always pure and so are you in my eyes.” Victor told her and felt warmth in his heart when noting the soft blush on her cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him again. Her lips tasted like heaven, sweet, warm and gentle.
Finally reaching the bed both looked at each other for one last time questioningly, if it was truly alright, this was the last chance to back out, but neither did turn away. Oscar shuddered when her nightshirt was gently lifted form her body, the only ground she felt a wave of self-consciousness was because of the ugly scar the bulled had left on her body, but Victor only leaned down and gently kissed it before getting rid of his own clothes, revealing faint scars the war had left also on his body. She had drawn her hands over each of them, mapping them up with her hands and lips on the warm skin before kissing him again on the mouth. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped her lips when his hands trailed down on her body, exploring, teasing, his lips leaving trails of fire on her body as she arched her back to get closer. The cold she felt gripping her, suffocating her had all, but fully disappeared, even the storm had become a faint echo in the background.
Only the two of them mattered and noting else.
Victor had never felt as alive in his life then in this minute as he did his best to not make his beloved regret even a second of her decision. Each moan, the whisper of his name, the nails digging into his shoulders, his back, they felt like a piece of heaven, the most wonderful thing in the world. His heart felt as if it would stop anyminute and bust from happiness, he was sure that his own moans were also filling the heated room whenever Oscar arched her body against his, creating a sweet friction of fire and electricity. He kissed her lips once again, her own eagerly responding, before trailing down with his lips on her body, no matter the ugly scar, in his eyes she was both perfect and beautiful.
“Wha…what are yo…you planning?” he heard her panted question when he kissed her inner tights; her face flushed a lovely colour, like red roses.
“Let’s just say that sneaking into the library in the night and reading through the books your tutor forbids you to get close to can give you one or two ideas.” he replied back with a smirk, surprised that he could still talk with an even voice when he felt like someone who is burning up on the inside.
Oscar looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but soon fell back on the soft mattress, head thrown back in pleasure when a tongue entered her shuddering body. She did not care in what book Victor had found this or if the whole castle gets awakened by her screams, the only thing that mattered to her now was the tongue and mouth giving her pleasure she had never known existed. Her lover was also pleased to hear the sounds his beautiful flower was making, each sound was like the singing of angels to him as he tasted her sweet body, knowing that no man had ever touched her like this. The musky scent of her womanhood filled his nose as his tongue eagerly lapped up the sweet nectar she was so willingly offering him, like a thirsting man. He felt her long fingers tangle themselves into his long hair, pushing his head deeper into her and he only happily complied as the tremors in her body grew before with a final shudder she come. Oscar panted heavily, trying to regain her lost breathing when Victor brushed a lock of blonde hair from her face, his eyes holding both love and adoration in them. With shaking hands she pushed herself into a sitting position, licking the remaining trails of her essence from his cheeks, tasting herself in the process, before pushing him down on the bed, it was now her turn to pay back the pleasure he had given her. Sure, she was nervous and certainly had no clue how to do it, but decided to let instinct lead her actions as she leaned down and placed butterfly kisses on her lover’s manhood, earning herself a small shudder and a hiss from the man. Feeling both more confident and bold she allowed her tongue to trail along the tick shaft before wrapping her lips around the head, taking as much into her mouth as she felt safe to not start gagging and started sucking.
Now it was Victor’s turn to throw his head back in pleasure at that what his lovely Sylphide was doing with her mouth, it took all of his willpower to not tangle his fingers into her soft hair and push her head down like she had done with him. He didn’t wish to scare her or make her choke, because she was clearly doing this out of instinct and not knowledge, which of course pleased him greatly, it looked as if her sharp tongue was not only skilled with words, because he felt his release approaching.
“Oscar…I…I will so…”, but he could not finish when his vision become white for a few seconds as his lovely rose leaned over him when his vision cleared again, kissing him deeply, letting the other taste themselves on the lips of their beloved. “You are everything I could wish for my Sylphide.” he told her as they pulled away slightly, his hand stroking her cheek as she leaned into the touch.
“Then please don’t leave me, I have enough from loosing those who matter to me.” she told him as his arms wrapped possessively around her body, their lips meeting for a new kiss.
“I will hold you as long as you wish to stay at my side.” he finally told her as they parted again, flipping her body over so that she was laying on her back, legs lightly parted.
“Please” she did not need to say more, the way she parted her legs further, inviting him, had been enough for him to understand that she wished to go the whole path.
Nodding his head he moved closer to her, the heat streaming from her womanhood, still glistering from her earlier release, felt more then inviting. Placing himself in front of her entrance he searched her eyes to know if she was ready, at her nod he leaned down, his lips muffling the sound leaving her throat as he entered past her lovely pink folds, sheeting himself inside her body which greedily pulled him inside. Oscar was dimly grateful for the lips which had swallowed the sound trying to leave her own when she felt Victor entering her, the feeling of completeness had almost overwhelmed her. She had feared that it would hurt to be with a man after her first and only time so many years ago, but their earlier foreplay had produced enough lubrication that she only felt a small discomfort, and that also only because the difference in the manhood of her partners. Still, she felt grateful when Victor gave her time to adjust to the feeling to be filled again before she gave him the signal that he can start moving and soon was she meeting his thrusts with those of her own hips. The scorching heat from a few minutes ago had returned as she clung to her lover, mewling, moaning his name as he did her’s till the heat become suffocating and she found her release for the second time on that night, but this time she could also feel another heat filling her body as Victor moaned her name for one final time before both of them slumped back on the bed, panting, sweaty, but happier then they had ever been in the past seven years.
“Je t'aime mon beau Sylphide.” Oscar heard him whisper while pulling the cool sheets over their still burning bodies, her's snuggled against his.
“Je t'aime à mon chevalier.” she found herself answering back to him and this was the truth and, just maybe she didn’t exactly mind to be treated by him like a woman, well in bed that is, she could not guarantee the same regards their sword fighting classes, but for now she would enjoy the fact that for the first time she didn’t fear falling asleep for she felt protected in his arms.
Her soul feeling finally at peace again under the living.
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