ᰔ Song of a MARTYR ᰔ Play Song: Skyfall ١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤١٥٧٤ Truly, the ball was a special thing. A really special thing. Could anyone expect that Ghislaine's family was once again in one piece? Here her mother was who was talking sweetly to Alexandre, who had been quite taken aback. But adored this new change in his wife. It certainly made things more pleasant. Bearable at the very least. And moreover, the little girl who had gotten off of her chair and was making her way to her mother was met with a charming smile from her mother. Something that had the child stare at her mother speechlessly. Her mother. Smiling with such warmth, as if Ghislaine was her mother's everything. As if Ghislaine was the world, the universe, the mere atom of existence, just like any child would be that of their mother's. "Ghislaine, love. Come here, love." Ghislained stared at her, before tears welled up in her eyes, upon hearing her mother call her. She ran with her tiny feet, making her way into her mother's arms, which wrapped around her small frame. Soft whispers of apologies that came from her mother's lips were like a forbidden fruit being passed to Ghislaine, as she cried out, calling her mother over and over again. Her fathr stared at them, before hugging them. And this very action caused everyone to gasp. After all, it wasn't everyday that you saw Alexandre Augustin hugging his family. And for Alexandre too this was a surprise because he had hugged his wife and daughter not out of the need to maintain his public image, but because his heart ached with an unfamiliar feeling. From far away, Dr. Mattias Rooney watched, with a thin lipped smile. How proud was he of his work, to see a child be loved, and a father love his family. This was the heartwarming sight that was, too see a family as one. To see a child being embraced by her parents in the way she should have been all her life. Certainly, Dr. Mattias had done well. But another person, far away, standing by the window, was a lovely woman. Her gracious locks of Silver blonde fell down her face, even though her maids had ensured that her hair had been cut properly to meet with the fashion requirements of that year. And yet, here Genevieve Nantes was, watching her beloved, the man she had spent loving her entire life, hugging his family from another woman. How hard had she tried? Slipping in devious comments, ruining Maria's entire social life, spreading rumours here and there. All of it, it should have ruined Alexandre's will to love his wife and daughter, but here she was met with the sight of the Augustin family being as sappy and loving as any god blessed family. This irritated her, it made her hands itch. But thankfully, Genevieve already had a plan. A plan she was going to make use of. Genevieve wouldn't have, but she had gone far too down the rabbit hole. Now her hands itched to be, what she wanted to be. They itched to take her claim, to mark her name. She was angry. Angrier than ever. She shouldn't be. But she was. And so a while later when the party was coming to an end, she followed the smiling hostess of the mansion, to the resting room, where often many ladies sat to chat about. But right now, no one was there. It wasn't a surprise. For someone who had just recently re-entered the higher society it would have been quite the trouble to handle so many people gawking at her as she danced. With that thing in mind Maria entered one of the empty resting rooms, which soon after Genevieve entered. "Greetings, Lady Augustin." She spoke in a sugary sweet voice. Maria looked up. She hadn't expected anyone would be coming right now. Then how was anyone even inside? But when she saw Genevieve she smiled. She hadn't heard of the rumors about Genevieve and Alexandre. All she had heard was that he best friend was quite the friends with Alexandre. Childhood friends. "Why, greetings lady Nantes. How are you?" "Lovely I must say. And you?" "Never better. But maybe a bit reluctant to spend time-" "Under the gaze of many? You needn't worry with me. Even if you are the hostess, I am your friend. Let me make you some tea" "Oh my, how could I-" "No worries, Lady Augustin. This is what friends are for aren't they?" "Oh dear...if you say so, lady Nantes..." Maria sat down on her couch, silently staring at Genevieve who had moved to the cupboard, pulling out an old china tea pot and two cups. Seeing her brewing tea Maria sighed and closed her eyes. And this was the moment that Genevieve chose to drop something circular into the tea cup of Maria's, stirring it silently. What was it? Something Maria was allergic to. Something that would certainly cause harm to Maria's health. What she had not counted for was that a tiny girl was making her way to the resting area after she heard some maids say that she, as in her mother, Lady Maria was in that room taking a break from the gala.
Continued: And so little Ghislaine made her way to the room, and just as she reached the doors, opening it slightly, she saw her mother sip the tea. Ghislaine raised her eyebrow curiously and then soon enough there was a scream as Lady Maria fainted. And all Lady Genevieve Nantes was doing was smiling. That is until after Maria fell unconscious on the sofa, and Ghislaine rushed in. In an instant, Genenvieve's face changed. Fake tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried out for help. Crying and shouting as the maids came in. "I don't know- sh- she began coughing all that-" --- Ghislaine stared at her crudely. Anger flashing in her eyes, as Mother Genevieve left. Sighing to herself she cursed under her breath. "Go away all you want, Nantes Genevieve, it won't change the fact that you are a complete dubious woman who deserves to pay for her s1ns. And I will make sure of it I promise you." Just then she peered out of her window as she heard the noises from outside. Shouting of soldiers. And Clark Rooney. And as she looked outside, she saw the black steel gates of the open, revealing another large truck of injured soldiers being brought into the monastery. She stared uninterested. What could be so interesting of the injured soldiers to catch her attention? Nothing. But for some reason he voices were speaking to her again. "Go...." "Go now..." "He is there..." She bit her lip, trying to block out the sounds but to no avail. She rang the bell by her bedside, as a nun came rushing in. "Yes, Miss Norman?" "Can we go see the..injured soldiers?" "We could miss Norman but-" "I know a bit about medicines, and I can help bandage their wounds. I learned it from the old matron of Lord Augustin's Manor. i can help." 'Ahh....well, I suppose I can take you there...Pls come along." --- Soon seated in her wheelchair, she was brought down the brighton hall, the main corridors outside the halls were crowded with injured soldiers, and those who were healing, shouting, helping and panic was at its highest. "He's a GERMAN" Shouted Clark. "I am not saving a kazi!" She stared at Clark Rooney. So much for claiming to be the doctor who wanted to save all lives. "Why can't you help a German?" All shouting stopped. Even the nun who was pushing the wheelchair stopped holding her breath. No one spoke back to Clark Rooney when he was pressured and angry, and tensed. "What? What did you just say?" The veins in his forehead were popping. "What do you think? I said why not? You are a doctor. Didn't you claim in the 1934 newspaper that you wanted to be like your father? A man who saves lives regardless of sides, pretenses and the status of people? Or are you another one of those m0r0ns who was trying to claim fame? A doctor is the man who is in charge of healing any patient in need. And you will help this patient. And if you don't. Then let me."
