His face…I couldn’t see it, he was facing away from me. His long, dark, brown hair was all I could actually see. If it wasn’t for the reflected eyes that I could see on the glass, I would actually call the Duke handsome. His blue eyes had a very old look, telling everybody that he was a very experienced man…he slowly looked up and crossed-linked my eyes across the glass, he stared at me for a while, and then shifted his gaze towards the kids playing on the field. I was astounded…it was the first time the duke had actually hold onto my gaze for so long. What was he thinking? Anything regarding me? What was I supposed to do next? Was I meant to start up the conversation? I must have look dumb-founded because he suddenly looked up, saw my facial expression then smiled. I was astonished then quickly recovered before returning his smile. He continued exploring me as silently as the dead…I couldn’t hold his gaze anymore so dropped my eyes to the floor and started wondering about the shiny, square floor patterns that were carved in the white marble. It was after all an excellent piece of work!
But all the while, however interesting the floor patterns were, all I could think about was him. His dark blue eyes that I could get lost in. They were beautiful. He was beautiful. His face has all the right, perfect features. His mouth was beautifully shaped. I smiled. He was perfection itself…
Completely lost in my thoughts…I hastily looked up, and saw that he had returned to his usual, old, same habit. I slightly shifted my position to get a better view of the outside and froze. The view was breath-taking! As far as I could remember, this window seemed to have the best view onto the whole front part of the mansion. No wonder the Duke stared out of here! My little girls could be seen running around as two little dots…my cute babies! The unexposed view of the field, which we could see from this window, was usually ploughed with its dark earth turned in great clods, giving up its musty dampness, exposing its loamy richness and sinewy worms to the sun and clear air. The ploughed rows made a pattern that drew my eyes to the horizon. The field left unsown, though, is lovelier still, wild with natural growth, hiding brown rabbits and grey mice…A perfect place for a nice and quite retreat…
Back home. I stared at my beautiful dress. I was left speechless. The whole dress was hand sewn by myself, I was becoming pretty good at doing these things now. I could actually remember each stitch being sewn. It had taken me a while but I’d done it. I was delighted! The Duke had given me the material as a birthday present, he had seen this material while away on a business trip and had bought it knowing that it would cheer me up. It had been ages since I’d last sewn. Since my girl’s were born, I’d kind of given up sewing but now I was pleased, satisfied and charmed. My little girls were waiting for me, eager to see me in my new dress. I swiftly put my dress on with my servant’s help and turned around to look at myself in the mirror. I’d looked splendid, it was like in a dream…my face, somewhat luminous, had a pale tone to it. The eyes were a piercingly sharp shade of blue. Eyebrows were arched over the curve before dispersing onto the bridge of my nose. Plump, my smooth lips had the strangest curl to them. My enchanting face was actually framed wavy. Enough admiring…it was time to start the party…
Instantly, I turned around, and walked down the corridors. I had a perfect timing; the party was just about to start. I would just have to wait for my turn to get down now… I was walking up and down the same corridor when I heard “and…now let’s all welcome THE DUCHESS!”. It was my turn to go down those amazing stairs, months of waiting for this final piece. The crowd cheering and applauding was enough to get me going; I slowly took slow breaths in before taking small steps towards the stairs. When I finally made it to the top of the stairs, it was a complete silence…I even heard a pin drop… I just nervously awaited there smiling at any recognisable, dazed and astonished faces that I saw and started looking for the Duke with my eyes…
I ran down the corridors, and opened the Duke’s bedroom door and slowly peeked in. A little sight would have been enough to prove me that what one of my loyal servants has said was wrong and I was hoping very much that he was … I slowly looked around the room, I’d only been in the Duke’s room a few times but it was recognisable enough, he hadn’t changed much since the last time I’d been in his room, everything was in place…and no one was in there. I let out a little sigh and a small grin spread on my face. I turned around and …
Blood was sipping through my hands and spreading onto my beautiful dress…
…Tears…
Was it the pain? Or the heart-break that my dress was getting ruined? I wasn’t too sure…
I smiled…this was the end, I knew it…it wasn’t perfect but I wasn’t suffering…I still loved him…A slow smile spread across my face…