Aimer
Written for Waen.
That horrible gipsy-girl of Phoebus', how Fleur-de-lys despises her!
But she despises her in a tearful, fainting way, that makes the other girls embrace her and say cruel things about the Egyptian; in a withdrawn way, because it's expected of her, for truly she knows Phoebus will come back in the end. She knows, from her mama, to expect dalliance of him.
He lies and says he has never seen the girl before, but of course the girl knew him. Fleur-de-lys does not hate him for lying. She does not hate him when he is stabbed, no, she instead lavishes more affection on him than she ever did before.
The thought of actually being angry with anyone never occurs to her until the hanging, which she sees from far off. Far off is still close enough to see. Suddenly, when the Egyptian is on the gallows, a child of a thing in a white chemise, she realises how beautiful the girl really is, and--in the way she stands--how frightened--but even then, Fleur-de-lys does not hate him, or hate either of them.
She hates herself, for being able to do nothing.
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