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Aristocratic Assassin; Soleil | Closed
Topic Started: Jul 28 2009, 11:13 PM (104 Views)
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Soleil Luna Oriana stood in all her grace. Her head was held high and her delicate hands were clasped in front of her. She was dressed to kill, wearing a very expensive and very lovely black dress and red heels. This was what her parents wanted her to wear and despite being an adult, she still lived under their house and had left some of her rebel attitude back in the all-girls boarding school her parents had shipped her off to.
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“Mère, père, qu’est-ce toi veulent-il de moi?” She asked in a rather monotone voice. The speed of her voice was incredibly fast, but that was the norm in France for the French to speak fast. It made it near impossible for some tourist to understand them, but that’s how it went.
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“Ah, Soleil, miel, tu devers porter tes cheveux vers le bas,” Soleil’s mother, Annette Cerise Oriana, told her daughter. Her voice was rather high pitched and very elegant. She moved forward toward her daughter. Her petite hand reached out and undid the blue ribbon that held Soleil’s pale blonde locks up. Her hair fell to its full length and Annette shook it out.
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Soleil did nothing in result to this action, just awaited an answer as to what her parents wanted with her. Her green eyes were rather dull due to the lack of enthusiasm she had in being with her parents. It wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed for she hardly knew them—they had always been busy while she was a child.
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“Veuillez me dire ce que vous voulez,” Soleil looked her mother into the eyes. They were her eyes; she had inherited the lovely green eyes from her mother. She was basically a carbon copy of her aging mother. When Annette looked at her daughter, it was like looking at a photograph. However, their attitudes were completely different.
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“Nous avons un invité visiter et ton père et moi veulent que tu regardes ton meilleur. Nous pensons qu’il sera un bon prétendant. Son nom est Lucas Prosper,” Annette told her daughter with a slight smile. Lucas Narcisse Prosper was a very rich man in Paris, just like they were, and he’d do very well in keeping the lineage going strong. The thought of this, however, did not appeal to Soleil.
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She hardly knew what love was and did not want to be paired with someone because her parents picked him out for her. The name also struck a cord with her. He was a well known man in Paris. There were rumors that he was aggressive and abusive. Soleil had no intentions of marry such a man.
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“Je suis désole, mais je ne l’épouserais plutôt pas,” Soleil turned around. Standing in the door way was the man her parents wanted her to marry. There was no doubt about it that he was handsome with his long, luscious blond hair and golden eyes, but there was something about the look on his face that made Soleil want to shiver.
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“Je suis sûr, à temps, tu trouveras pour m’aimer,” Lucas told her. His voice was as smooth as velvet and deep. Soleil crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the young fellow.
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“Naturellement elle volonté et toi sera mariée. C’est des fiançailles, pas un choix,” Soleil’s father, Ercole Orso Oriana spoke up. His voice retained some of his Italian accent for he was Italian, despite the fact that he hardly spoke Italian anymore whilst living in France with his beautiful wife and rebellious daughter.
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“Nous te laisserons deux pour obtenir mis au courant les uns avec les autres,” Annette spoke with a happy tone. She grabbed her daughter by the arm, somewhat tightly at that, and leaned in to her ear. She whispered into her ear, “Tu feras ce travail. Sois absolument gentil.”
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With that, Annette and Ercole left the room. It was silent for a moment before Lucas shut the door behind him and walked over to Soleil. He towered over her and his gaze made her want to hide, but she kept her stance. She would not let this man get to her.
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“Je ne vous épouserai pas,” Soleil told him upfront, despite what her mother had told her. Lucas’ gaze turned into a glare. He grabbed her by the arms, his grasp tighter then her mothers. He leaned in close, so close that his breath was hot upon her face.
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“Tu m’épouseras. Tu seras ma belle mariée et j’obtiendrai ta fortune. Tu soutiendras mes enfants et seras fidèle à moi et seulement à moi,” He told her with a shake. Soleil did not budge, her mouth forming a tight line. She pushed his hands off of her before replying.
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“Je ne vous épouserai pas,” Soleil told him once more. There was a sudden sting on her cheek. She realized he had slapped her. It hardly fazed her, she had been slapped before. Without saying another word, she moved past him and toward the door.
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“Revenais ici,” Lucas said, infuriated by her action. He grabbed hold of her once more and swung her around. He pressed her up against the wall, out powering her strength. In fury, Soleil raised her hand and scratched him across the face. It was her only defense.
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“Tu petite chienne,” Lucas swore and grabbed Soleil by the hair. Pain erupted through her skull as he swung her around and let go. She fell into a chair, toppling over it. She lay there for a second or so, her breathing unsteady as she had been caught off guard. Yet, somehow, she found some strength to stand back up only to be smacked down to the ground.
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Lucas was on top of her now, pinning her to the wooden floor. His voice was sickening as he told her that she was going to be his whether or not she liked it. She had no say in it. She felt his lips on hers; they were hot, but not pleasant. They made her nauseous. His hands roamed over her body whilst keeping her pinned down.
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Mère, père, qu’est-ce toi veulent-il de moi?
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- Mother, Father, what is it you want with me?
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Ah, Soleil, miel, tu devers porter tes cheveux vers le bas
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- Oh, Soleil, honey, why don’t you put your hair down?
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Veuillez me dire ce que vous voulez
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- Please tell me what you want with me.
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Nous avons un invité visiter et ton père et moi veulent que tu regardes ton meilleur. Nous pensons qu’il sera un bon prétendant. Son nom est Lucas Prosper
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- We are having a visitor and your father and I want you to look your best. We think he will be the best suitor. His name is Lucas Prosper
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Je suis désole, mais je ne l’épouserais plutôt pas
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- I am sorry, but I’d rather not marry him.
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Je suis sûr, à temps, tu trouveras pour m’aimer
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- I’m sure, in time, you will learn to love me.
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Naturellement elle volonté et toi sera mariée. C’est des fiançailles, pas un choix
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- Of course she will and you will be married. It is a betrothal, not a choice.
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Nous te laisserons deux pour obtenir mis au courant les uns avec les autres
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- We will leave you two to get acquainted with each other.
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Tu feras ce travail. Sois absolument gentil.
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- You will do this. You will be nice.
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Je ne vous épouserai pas
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- I shall not marry you.
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Tu m’épouseras. Tu seras ma belle mariée et j’obtiendrai ta fortune. Tu soutiendras mes enfants et seras fidèle à moi et seulement à moi
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- You will marry me. You will be my beautiful bride at I will obtain your fortune. You will have my children and you will be faithful to me and only me.
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Je ne vous épouserai pas
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- I shall not marry you.
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Revenais ici
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- Come back here.
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Tu petite chienne
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- You little bitch.
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