Waiting Within The Twilight

Whilst I am a man of decided opinions, decided actions, of decisions, I refrained from the carnal impulses of both body and mind. It is my natural instinct to control every aspect of obtaining the spoils of victory but though my thoughts and desires burned to possess I also wished to savour every moment until the inevitable consummation of our union. By virtue of her blood, by right of my ancestry, she was mine and now we stand upon the precipice of a new era, when finally a Dubois woman takes her rightful place in society. Neither Elyce, the flighty girl of unrestrained passions nor Liselle, who abdicated her position only to become a pale shadow of her heritage, held the spirit or the strength of character required of a Dubois queen.

I checked upon my household and found all silent with none of the women present and the workmen had long departed leaving only the faint smell of paint to acknowledge their previous presence. Despite the absence of women I did not fear they would dare to intercede as it is one thing for me to be distracted by whimsy and quite another for me to obtain my birthright. Lucinda was brought into the world for no other purpose than to be my right hand of destiny, only she with my blood burning throughout her veins is of the lineage suitable for a Dubois union. Anyone daring to stand between me and my objective will be removed on a basis best described as permanent. The safest place for the women of this house on this particular day, the last day I have to wait, is far out of my reach and sight.

I knew that in the days coming I would be distracted both by Lucinda and the impending introduction ball for this was to be no Ladonna extravaganza of excess, this was to be an elegant soiree of refined grace. My beloved will be accorded the respect the blood in her veins demands from those surrounding her and I will ensure that she is accorded that respect in every manner possible. I used my time constructively and drove to my office and engaged in a whirlwind of business tasks that left those around me breathless. So focused was I upon ensuring the rest of my week was free that even the barrage of lust that her name invokes was kept at bay, becoming no more than a rumble of expectation.

Though my day did remain within the confines of work there was one small deviation as I could not allow the entire day to pass without the thrill of her voice, the tingle of her anger to add fuel to the raging within. I called up a local removal company and had them send over their largest cedar trunk immediately and of course it was sent as I requested for there is never a dispute concerning my directives, not if you value your business. After waiting a respectable hour I called my precious to see if she appreciated my gift and happily I was not to be disappointed by her somewhat predictable yet enticing reaction. Our karmic connection did not fail and I knew it would be her that answered as she knew it was me on the other end as if in proof her terse “What?”, confirmed this.

Her disgruntled greeting was music for my gift surely was the catalyst of her ire and I could not help but to prolong the gratification of hearing her turmoil in person.

“Hello my love, I take it you have received my gift.”

My cheerful response was designed to infuriate, agitate and set her into a tizzy of despair for the more off kilter my sweet the less chance she has to make a coherent plan of escape. My darling Minx did not fail me and she shouted at me accordingly before hanging up in a pique of hatred, some joys can be savoured for hours. I would have enjoyed this one but self knowledge is great knowledge and I knew that had I indulged in such reveries my lust would overcome my discipline causing me to approach Minxie before our designated time.

This was to be her last day of freedom, her last day as a Petalle for she was to be introduced to the vulgar rabble as a Dubois—as mine, therefore off limits to everyone else. She would no doubt be clinging to the last remnants of childhood, happy memories, afraid to take her place amongst those she belongs, to be finally one of us. I ended my day early but did not return home, nor did I continue along my regular haunts for though my passion is usually boundless I wished to remain fresh for our first encounter. Minxie has many transgressions to account for and while her presence will bring to me something akin to joy, her disobedience must be addressed in a manner most sexual.

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