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Isaera · 06-13-2017, 01:42 AM

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Dreams found their way into Madeleine, in the way she lived, and in the way she loved. They carried her through life, guiding her when her limbs felt too weak to continue forwards, whispering words of hope when her head hung in disappointment.

They seemed to steady her and give her a sense of grounding; no matter how far off they might have seemed. Dreams were what settled her now, stunted into incredulous silence at her father's cruelty. A stormy exchange that had ended abruptly as he slammed his fist and dared her speak further. The final glare setting Madeleine to combust, a silent fire burning inside her.

Alone and silent, she was a woman of her own mind. Madeleine had yet someone to tame her and keep her in place. A man of prestige who could do just that was what her father wanted. However she stood proud, independent on her feet. It was herself against the world and for as long as she could, she would keep it that way.

Ever so, she murmured: "I am cursed."

She had a year to settle her fancies, and she knew with a sinking heart it was no jest. Lord Beauchamp's word was a promise iron wrought, never broken. Nineteen summers would cease her period of grace. If she could not wed by her own terms into a family of aristocracy, she would be dragged to the alter in chains, forced to the Chevalier's feet. He was the suitor of her father's choosing.

Despite the details her mind poured over, the Chevalier was the least of her troubles. Madeleine would be returning to London. Her last year there was short of disastrous. The crown's treaties had let loose rampaging soldier's and sailors upon the city. With liquid confidence, they had begun to make nights treacherous for the few innocents who wandered the streets. Madeleine had once. It was enough to dissuade her from repeating her actions. She had been nearly trampled to death, thrown like a rag doll, dress torn from her bosom. Had it not been for the courage of another, she'd been stripped of her jewels and surviving virtue.

It was in the past now, she hoped there it would be kept.

06-13-2017, 01:42 AM	#2
Isaera Member Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 40	One Dreams found their way into Madeleine, in the way she lived, and in the way she loved. They carried her through life, guiding her when her limbs felt too weak to continue forwards, whispering words of hope when her head hung in disappointment. They seemed to steady her and give her a sense of grounding; no matter how far off they might have seemed. Dreams were what settled her now, stunted into incredulous silence at her father's cruelty. A stormy exchange that had ended abruptly as he slammed his fist and dared her speak further. The final glare setting Madeleine to combust, a silent fire burning inside her. Alone and silent, she was a woman of her own mind. Madeleine had yet someone to tame her and keep her in place. A man of prestige who could do just that was what her father wanted. However she stood proud, independent on her feet. It was herself against the world and for as long as she could, she would keep it that way. Ever so, she murmured: "I am cursed." She had a year to settle her fancies, and she knew with a sinking heart it was no jest. Lord Beauchamp's word was a promise iron wrought, never broken. Nineteen summers would cease her period of grace. If she could not wed by her own terms into a family of aristocracy, she would be dragged to the alter in chains, forced to the Chevalier's feet. He was the suitor of her father's choosing. Despite the details her mind poured over, the Chevalier was the least of her troubles. Madeleine would be returning to London. Her last year there was short of disastrous. The crown's treaties had let loose rampaging soldier's and sailors upon the city. With liquid confidence, they had begun to make nights treacherous for the few innocents who wandered the streets. Madeleine had once. It was enough to dissuade her from repeating her actions. She had been nearly trampled to death, thrown like a rag doll, dress torn from her bosom. Had it not been for the courage of another, she'd been stripped of her jewels and surviving virtue. It was in the past now, she hoped there it would be kept. __________________ call me isa Likes- Mild pain, spanking, masturbation, humiliation, teasing, denial Dislikes- Nipple torture, long dares, pee, ice, Limits- Scat, public, blood (knives, needles, piercings, etc), permanent, blackmail..