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Elisandra was married at a young age to an attractive man named Michael. The pair were well matched, both being from farming families they were comfortable enough in income to be above poverty, yet not be aristocratic. Elisandra, being a beautiful woman of milk-white skin, high cheek bones and hair the color of leaves in autumn, was sought after many young men. But it was Michael that had captured her. He made her laugh, the kind of laugh that fairies would have, that made your heart feel free and childish. In a lot of ways, Elisandra was still very much a child, although the fullness of her figure suggested a more womanly age.
In contrast to the lightness of Elisandra, Michael had dark skin, coal black hair, and eyes that shone a deep amber under well lidded brows. His smile was gentle and expansive. The deep laughter that boomed forth filled rooms with amusement. He was a hearty man with ambitions and desires and the determination to reach the lofty goals he set forth. Elisandra was one of those goals. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the moment he glanced into her pale, blue eyes, he was stricken. There would be no other man for her, Michael knew he would be all she ever needed.
Within six months of their first meeting, they were wed. It was a joyful occasion, one as much for love as for business. The joining of the two families would provide a considerable income within the farming industry and Michael was slated to have it all when Elisandra's father passed. Their wedding day was filled with laughter and cheers of elation. Two families joined by this stunning couple were toasted and wished well for their marriage in the hopes of children and a long life together. Elisandra nearly floated to their room where she would spend the first night with her husband.
With her head filled with champagne and naive ideas, Elisandra dressed in her silk gown. Handmade by her grandmother for just this night, she studied herself in the mirror. Long layers of silk draped her voluptuous body. Adorned with ribbons and lace she simply shone with pure beauty and innocence. Her cheeks were pinked from alcohol and excitement, tinged with unknowing anticipation. Elisandra had never been with a man and was as scared as she was longing. Her first night with her husband was one to remember. She took one last look in the mirror to adjust the silk and ribbons and entered the wedding chamber.
Whatever Elisandra had imagined, Michael had other intentions. This was not the first woman he had been with and he had long forgot how to be gentle in times like these. His kisses were no longer soft and sweet, but hungry and hard. His hands were too fast for Elisandra, it was too quick, she was too scared and Michael was too lustful to notice. Trying to slow things only made Michael more fierce. The usual warmth in his eyes was gone and Elisandra saw a wild, primal look that made her afraid. Her innocence was lost quickly and harshly to a man that sought only his pleasure on a night that was to be cherished by both. The gown that was so carefully made by her grandmother, lay torn in the floor, discarded absently and without care.
After Michael was through forcing her from childhood to womanhood, Elisandra crept into the bath to weep. She had nothing to compare what just happened to anything else, but somewhere deep inside, she knew it was wrong. She hurt and sought comfort from the only person she could, her newly betrothed. He lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly. On her first night of marriage, Elisandra curled on the side of the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Elisandra was married at a young age to an attractive man named Michael. The pair were well matched, both being from farming families they were comfortable enough in income to be above poverty, yet not be aristocratic. Elisandra, being a beautiful woman of milk-white skin, high cheek bones and hair the color of leaves in autumn, was sought after many young men. But it was Michael that had captured her. He made her laugh, the kind of laugh that fairies would have, that made your heart feel free and childish. In a lot of ways, Elisandra was still very much a child, although the fullness of her figure suggested a more womanly age.
In contrast to the lightness of Elisandra, Michael had dark skin, coal black hair, and eyes that shone a deep amber under well lidded brows. His smile was gentle and expansive. The deep laughter that boomed forth filled rooms with amusement. He was a hearty man with ambitions and desires and the determination to reach the lofty goals he set forth. Elisandra was one of those goals. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and the moment he glanced into her pale, blue eyes, he was stricken. There would be no other man for her, Michael knew he would be all she ever needed.
Within six months of their first meeting, they were wed. It was a joyful occasion, one as much for love as for business. The joining of the two families would provide a considerable income within the farming industry and Michael was slated to have it all when Elisandra's father passed. Their wedding day was filled with laughter and cheers of elation. Two families joined by this stunning couple were toasted and wished well for their marriage in the hopes of children and a long life together. Elisandra nearly floated to their room where she would spend the first night with her husband.
With her head filled with champagne and naive ideas, Elisandra dressed in her silk gown. Handmade by her grandmother for just this night, she studied herself in the mirror. Long layers of silk draped her voluptuous body. Adorned with ribbons and lace she simply shone with pure beauty and innocence. Her cheeks were pinked from alcohol and excitement, tinged with unknowing anticipation. Elisandra had never been with a man and was as scared as she was longing. Her first night with her husband was one to remember. She took one last look in the mirror to adjust the silk and ribbons and entered the wedding chamber.
Whatever Elisandra had imagined, Michael had other intentions. This was not the first woman he had been with and he had long forgot how to be gentle in times like these. His kisses were no longer soft and sweet, but hungry and hard. His hands were too fast for Elisandra, it was too quick, she was too scared and Michael was too lustful to notice. Trying to slow things only made Michael more fierce. The usual warmth in his eyes was gone and Elisandra saw a wild, primal look that made her afraid. Her innocence was lost quickly and harshly to a man that sought only his pleasure on a night that was to be cherished by both. The gown that was so carefully made by her grandmother, lay torn in the floor, discarded absently and without care.
After Michael was through forcing her from childhood to womanhood, Elisandra crept into the bath to weep. She had nothing to compare what just happened to anything else, but somewhere deep inside, she knew it was wrong. She hurt and sought comfort from the only person she could, her newly betrothed. He lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly. On her first night of marriage, Elisandra curled on the side of the bed and cried herself to sleep.
Innocence
by: Pinky!
8 comments:
What a sad, sad story :0(... On a happy note, the necklace is absolutely beautiful!
Thanks 1999! It's only the first part, but I had to lead into what's coming up and why the heroine chooses the path that she does. Make sense?
Glad you like the necklace!!
wow, Pinky. That "is" a disturbingly sad story. I need to read more to see where this goes.
Don't worry, guys! It gets better!! Fine, I'll ruin the suprise. It's the prelude to the "Blood Red in a Dark Sky" post. The one you were all asking me to write more about?? Remember??
Oh, Pinky, it's a wee bit sad... How lonely for her.
GG x
P/S Err...does this mean we shld have sex before marriage? ;-)
GG! Thanks for stopping by and um, I don't know. Personal choice!! ;)
I had written another piece earlier that had a woman, with dagger in hand, waiting to triumph over all she had been through. That's what this was about. It's part of the trials she endures and why she ends up with dagger in hand.
Although, I'm thinking too many people thought it to be sad, so there is a good chance I won't persue the story. I have others, but I may lay my writing to rest for a while.
Oh no you don't! You better keep posting this! I MUST know what happens next!
That was excellently written...I think people just didn't understand that it was a continuation from your previous writing.
It's a great beginning to a story Pinky and you did a fantastic job with character building. I could picture the whole scene just by your words and how you described everything so nicely. Keep it going! Please!
This is a truly sad story. No woman should ever have to experience this kind of pain.
The necklace is beautiful too :)
mindtwister
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