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Named Because: Her hair is black & she was born by a well · A cerulean eyed and dark brown skinned raven · Never knew her junkie & hooker mother as she was left to rot in an orphanage straight after birth Ruby Rushes Onyx Wells is found as a nameless baby abandoned by the well in the midst of the nearby woods where the nuns from the orphanage regularly went to bring back water. She is brought back to the orphanage where she became one of the many children living in the filthy slums of the broken down orphanage. A year later, still without a name, she finds an abandoned baby in the rushes of the river that made its way along the side of the building. Because she found her, Onyx spends her time with this new person and soon they are inseparable. Onyx names her friend Ruby Rushes because she found her in the rushes and because she always wears ruby bows in her hair, which had been given to her by one of the nuns. On being named by Onyx, Ruby decides to name Onyx so because of her black onyx hair and the fact that she was found by a well. One day during craft-making three years later, Ruby decides to make a bracelet using only black, red and white wool. Onyx is curious and asked what she is doing. Without looking up from her craft, Ruby simply tells her that they are to be friends forever and that this bracelet will be worn to resemble their friendship if they were ever parted. “I don’t want you to forget me.” She says to Onyx. Onyx, who thinks this is a great idea makes a replica of Ruby’s bracelet. On asking what the colours represented, Ruby replies by saying; “The black is for your name, the red is for my name and the white shows our friendship.” Onyx nods and says: “when I die I will watch over you.” Ruby is happy to hear this and says: “If I die first I’ll watch over you.” To which Onyx replies: “Which one of us dies first shall watch over the other.” To which they both agree and, when they are finished their bracelets, they place them on their wrists and are contented. However after just two years of making the bracelet and this promise, Ruby catches the whooping cough virus for which there is no cure. She lies in bed coughing constantly and is only allowed to see Onyx an hour or two. Once, when they are together in the room, Ruby says: “A promise made, a bracelet we gave, a death do us part, one of us in the grave.” After which, she closes her eyes and is no more. Onyx is devastated that her friend is no longer with her and runs away after seeing her buried. Denzel While she is running through the woods, Onyx bangs into a man who is on a hunt. “Woo, woo, my dear where are you going in such a hurry?” he says to her. Onyx can tell he is from the city because of his accent but is not bothered with it. She tries to run past him but he stops her. “Where are you running from?” he asks her but then he remembers the old orphanage on the hill. He kneels down before her and makes a promise to buy her if she goes back to the orphanage with him. At first she is weary of him but then she agrees. He takes her back to the orphanage where she is grabbed by a nun by the ear. Denzel stops the woman from harming Onyx and asks to buy her. The nun quickly asks for a hundred and Denzel gives her the money. Onyx walks away from the orphanage and its memories with Denzel by her side. Denzel brings her home and gives her a room for the night. The next day, Denzel takes Onyx shopping for essentials and they stop at the local graveyard to pay their respects to Denzel’s mother. Denzel can see that graves bother her and vows never to take her to one again. Denzel owns a casino, one of many, named Gonzalo where he works every night. At first, he brings Onyx there for convenience of not having to pay a babysitter but he starts getting her to help with the clean-up after closing. Six years later, she is serving customers at the bar the nights Denzel works and goes to school the next morning. Clover Two years after that, Onyx is headlining the casino with her dancing on stage for all the customers in the bar six nights a week. It is in this year that she falls pregnant with her first child. Denzel flips out when being told but allows her to keep the child who is a girl and they call Clover because of her green eyes. She is left at home with a babysitter while her parents work because Onyx did not want her getting into the same situation as she was put. Onyx spends her days after school and all weekend days with Clover shopping, going to the park and the zoo, swimming and other such activities that mother and daughters can do. They have a really close relationship and Clover knows nothing about what Onyx and Denzel do at night and what they are really involved in. Amber Two years after their first child, Onyx is pregnant again only this time Denzel does not get to spend any time with her because Onyx is sold to Marosa before she is born. | ||
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Chanyel Hotel “It seems ‘at we’re ‘ere.” Leontes said avoiding the subject. Clover, still being held by Onyx, crawled from her grasp to where the window peaked out onto a world, which showed the front of the Chanyel Hotel. It was a magnificent four storey hotel painted with a pastel magnolia from top to tail while the doors were of wood and glass with a male of red and navy uniform standing before the doors awaiting the chance to open them for a new guest or to call a taxi-cab for another guest. “Look at the big house, nama.” Exclaimed Clover in delight that they had gotten to their destination because to Clover it was all a holiday, a simple holiday that would end in the result of going back home to her father and being one again. The wedding she took to be only a game like when kids play mums and dads and marry a different person every day and use coke pull-rings as wedding rings. Sure her mother was only playing a grown-up version of the children’s game, nothing more and nothing less. “Class, the building looks cool.” Onyx exclaimed. “’Tis a class building to be sure.” Agreed Leontes. “’Tis ancient as well as it is beautiful. It used be a hospital ‘til they built a more modern building for the hospital.” “Which means we now ‘ave this place completely to our bidding. Party central.” Marosa finished as his door was quickly opened by the elegant doorman who worked with the hotel leaving the driver, who had been hired along with the smart white limousine for the one day by Marosa because he wanted everything to be perfect in hope of fulfilling his fatal plans, to rest in his driver’s seat. Once he was standing and waiting outside the limousine, he looked at the guests that were pouring in from their cars in the near car park into the building’s grand hall where they all knew the party to take place. He nodded and smiled to himself, not bad for a day’s arrangements. He looked to his bride as she gracefully stepped her slim high-heeled feet out onto the concrete curb followed by the rest of her body and her left-handed fingers in the formal gestured hand of the doorman helping her out. She smiled in thanks for the helping and turned swiftly back to call her child, that annoying child that needed sucking up to as much as her mother, if his plans were to succeed the child would need to be as unaware to his other side as Onyx herself. She was gorgeous though with her slim body, her sexy figure and damn that ass but she had a caring demeanour that could be easily manipulated with just the right amount of motivation. She was a gem to behold but was her end going to be the same as Nadine, Laertes’ sexy little sister who made his life so warm when all around him was cold. He was so cold both in his demeanour and in his heart. In the case of rotting away, a life aims its angle on the quests we pursue in our life. A nagging sensation prods the back of his neck. ‘Never to know the true meaning of another. Never to know the love felt by another. Never to fall asleep in another’s arms and wake up to a nibble on the ear. Never to see the truth of love as it happens. Never to feel the touch of the warmth of another’s skin.’ For now, behind the angle of antagonistic views, sits the lonely frail frame of a man that once roamed free and full of vitality. A man that held no bounds yet a man now bound by the heavy chains of impending old age. His life slowly becoming nothing. His life slowly deteriorating. Onyx looked to his thoughtful face and was wondering his thoughts as, it seemed, were Laertes and Leontes, who now stood beside her, yet it was Clover who made the first move towards him. “Narsa, is you ‘kay?” Marosa shook his head erasing his last thoughts and looked down onto the child he was now stepfather to. He wondered did the child actually know what was really going on and, if so, was she expecting it all to end when she next woke in her small bed? “Me is fine, Clover. Now, to the buffet.” He announced. He took hold of his wife’s hand, feeling her softness yet her warmth would not warm up his skin nor would her smile ever melt away the ice from his heart. He forced a smile to force his thoughts back into the deep darkness at the back of his mind and stepped towards the hotel doors that stood held back to allow their passage through. Marosa watched Onyx take in all the sights that stood and hung before her on the walls and on the tables, the plush furnisher and the antique design. The place was immaculate and Onyx was overwhelmed at its sight but was more overwhelmed when the double wooden doors swung open to let her see the grand hall’s enormous size and décor. A long mahogany table dressed with a light red tablecloth and full its edges with the delicious foods of a grand feast and, as the centre-piece, stood a giant four layered wedding cake with the tiny bride and groom on the top centre looking down on the guests and the bride and groom of which they were their imitations. “Nama, look at the food.” Exclaimed Clover who was just as overwhelmed at the sight as her mother, neither had ever seen such an amount for neither had been at any weddings and in Denzel’s house less was always more. The guests stood around the table and clapped at their arrival. Marosa’s brother, Claudius, strolled up to Marosa and his wife and, in a quick moment, they banged fists, slapped palms and half hugged each other with a pat on the back. Claudius then turned to face his newest sister-in-law and, without the use of words, he took her hand and kissed its knuckles before he kissed her cheek. “You must be Claudius, Marosa’s brother.” She greeted with one of her polite dashing smiles. “It be the uncanny resemblance ‘at gave it away?” he happily asked to which received a shake of his brother’s wife’s head. “Laertes told me that Marosa’s brother was playing best man and so I can assume you is my dear brother-in-law?” she continued to explain. He nodded his head and laughed, his hand wrapped like a scarf around her neck unaware that he was blocking Clover from her mother’s side. “’Cuse me, Narsa’s botha.” The little voice of Clover made Claudius jump from Onyx’s side and look down at his feet. “’Ello, little miss.” He greeted though he had not seen nor had he heard about the little child, he thought that the only baggage brought by this woman was in suitcases and not walking around next to her so tiny and so innocent. “’Ello, Narsa’s botha.” He smiled and squatted down to be only a little taller than her. “So wha’s your name, little missy?” he asked taking her hand and shaking it.” “Clover, Narsa’s botha, but Nama call’s me Angel.” She replied. “I like Narsa. He nice. Otha guy nice too.” “Which other guy is ‘at now, missy?” Clover turned and pointed her little finger at Laertes, who could only smile. “Tha’ Laertes, missy.” Claudius explained to her with a smile. “”Phank you muches, Narsa’s botha guy.” Claudius rose to his feet and smiled to Onyx and Marosa. “The name’s Claudius, missy.” “’Kay, Caudus.” Claudius nodded his head in order to say whatever to the elder ones. “Come on Angel, you want some food?” Onyx asked Clover as she picked her up and walked to the food table. Once she was out of hearing distance, Claudius turned on Marosa. “How ‘cause I jus’ found out ‘bout the kid?” he asked slightly irritated that he was not told about the extra baggage. However Marosa put his hand on his head and shook his head with a smile. “Man, ‘at aint the onliest one. She’s got’a t’other ready to pop in a few months time. Don’t worry,” he said before Claudius could say a word, “I’ve it all in me ‘ead ‘ow I is gonna play it out an’ ‘ow I is gonna discard of the kids.” Claudius nodded to show his approval, then his eyes turned to Onyx who was helping Clover gather food. “You’d better git ‘at cake cut before anythin’ right now.” Marosa nodded to his brother’s suggestion. He walked over to Onyx grabbing hold of her waist and taking Clover from her arms. “We has the cake to cut.” He said to her, she dropped the plate onto the table and placed Clover on the floor. “You cut cake?” Clover asked t o Onyx’s nod and smile. “Can I cut too?” Onyx shook her head. “Sorry, the knife is too sharp for you to cut, Angel. Me an’ Marosa here can do it.” “Can I go to Lades?” Clover asked meaning Laertes. Onyx looked to Laertes and Leontes and back to her child. “Of course you can, dear. But give Nama a kiss.” Onyx squatted down with her knees together and Clover gave he lips peck as Onyx did the same before a hug, after which Clover ran from her mother and over to Laertes. He knelt down to catch her when she came running and picked her up once she was in his arms. “Nama an’ Narsa cut cake. Me too noung to cut it.” She said to Laertes explaining why she had come over to him. Leontes smiled at her from what she had said. “Hello, cutesy-pie.” He greeted in a childish cooing voice. “Me not pie. Lades, he say me pie.” Slightly afraid and thinking that Leontes was going to eat her. “Calm down Angel, he Leontes an’ he a friend, my friend.” “Nama’s friend too?” Laertes and Leontes both nodded. “But Leenes said I was pie.” “He said you was cute and it was a nice thing.” Clover smiled and put her arms out to embrace Leontes, who took her from Laertes and smiled. Once Onyx had seen that Laertes was safe, she rose to her feet and followed Marosa to an accessible point to the cake. There was none so Claudius carefully took the cake from the middle and placed it on the edge after much moving of the food that sat there. Onyx picked up the big butcher knife and thoughts of sticking it into Marosa’s chest and watching him scream by her hand began to play in her head. She could make a dash for it with Clover but there were all the eyewitnesses and the mark it would leave on Clover and Claudius would surely be set on killing her for it. No, she could not kill him now so she turned and watched her hands be cupped by the hands of her husband, the knife make its way closer to him but stopped midway when it hovered over the last layer of the cake. She lowered it and he put pressure on her hands so that the knife would cut the cake right to the bottom. They repeated the step to make a slice and, once the slice was cut, Onyx felt the release of Marosa’s hands and slid the knife under the slice to put it on a plate. Marosa held a plate beneath the cake slice and Onyx carefully put the slice on it after which she removed the knife, silently imagining that she was pulling it from Marosa’s bloodied stomach and that everyone was screaming and Claudius was even crying. The guests all cheered and chanted for a toast in honour of the happy couple. Claudius took this job into himself, as he was the best man. He stood next to the happy couple with a glass of sparkling champagne in his hand. “’Tis my duty as me bro’s brother to give this toast, an’ you jus’ know it’s gonna be great…” The crowd all cheered with champagne glasses in their hands too. Laertes and Leontes kept their opinions to themselves rather than cheer after Claudius’ silly jokes. Leontes was more interested in watching over Clover in his arms as she watched Claudius’ toast and Laertes, as ever he was, was more interested with watching the moves and gestures and facial expressions of Onyx than he was ever interested in listening to his murderous boss’ brother. “I’ve known Marosa all my life and have not long met his sexy wife, and aint she somethin’? All slim, tanned and sexy. She’s so tanned you could almost say she was black.” To this there was much cheering and laughter. “I jus’ wanna say congrats to both parties so congrats. No one deserves a woman better than me brotha, well a girl ‘at loves ‘im back at least. Congrats! So we toast to happy future an’ a merry wedding. To the happy couple!” Claudius shouted to which everyone repeated. “To th happy couple!” Clover smiled from ear to ear but when Leontes looked to her, she had tears in her eyes. He nudged Laertes who turned and saw the same thing Leontes had noticed. “Wha’ you crying for? Aint you happy your mum is married?” Clover, with one arm around Leontes and one hand trying to brush away her tears, nodded. “Then wha’s the problem?” “When big eatin’ is over, me an’ Nama will be goin’ back to daddy an’ I miss you then.” Laertes and Leontes looked to each other and, without another thought, he left Leontes holding Clover to get Onyx. She was listening to Claudius tell herself and Marosa a joke about some woman falling from an apartment balcony; he was at the point where she had been caught for the third time. “Now this bitch is thinkin’ she gonna die so to this man she says “Ya can touch me tits an’ ya can ‘ave sex wiv me” after all ‘at’s wha’ the other two wan’ed. Bu’ not this guy. He calls her a slut an’ promptly drops her.” Marosa and Onyx laughed at the silly joke and, it was at that moment that, Laertes tapped Onyx’s shoulder. She spun round to face him only half hearing what Marosa was saying. “Tha’ bitch should’ve let the first guy get wha’ ‘e wan’ed. Sure it jus’ proves she wan’ed it anyway.” Onyx waited for what Laertes had to say patiently. “What’s the matter?” She asked him calmly though her heart was still pumping fast. “Clover thinks you’re goin’ back home after the big eatin’, as she puts it. She’s crying ‘cause she’ll miss us when you’re gone.” Laertes explained. Onyx looked past him and over his shoulder to see her daughter teary eyed in the arms of Leontes, a man she had not properly spoken to. She brushed past Laertes who stopped her in mid flight and looked to her. “How come she thinks ‘at? Didn’t ya tell ‘er ye were stayin’ ‘ere?” he asked wanting to know why she had not told the child the truth. “No I didn’t alright. She’s too young to be understanding the situation. She knows I still love her father and she wont understand why I aint still there and how I can marry a complete stranger without love being involved. I don’t have the guts to tell her, I don’t want to upset her anymore.” “You don’t wan’ ‘er tainted, ya mean? Tainted wiv words ‘at can ‘urt ‘er?” to this Onyx could only nod. “She hasta know. If ya don’t find it inside yourself ta tell ‘er, I surely will.” She shook his hand from her arm and walked on towards her daughter. “Nama!” Exclaimed Clover who squirmed in Leontes’ grip to be in Onyx’s arms. “Angel, why you tearing?” Onyx asked as the two men stood above her. “’Cause we goin’ ‘ome afta big eatin’ an’ I gonna miss Narsa an’ Lades an’ Leenes.” “Angel, I aint been too honest with you.” Onyx began as she sat her daughter onto a lonely seat by Leontes’ side and she squatted, as before, holding Clover’s hands. “You know I married Marosa, yes?” Clover nodded, still teary. Onyx let go of one of her hands so she could rub her eyes and held her small and soft hand in her two. “Well, when you’re older, when you’re a grown-up, you don’t get married as a game. When you get older and you marry, it’s for life. That means that I am to stay here with Marosa and all his friends forever.” “With Lades an’ Leenes as well?” Onyx nodded. “With Laertes and Leontes as well.” Clover seemed to think it was okay until she remembered her father Denzel and her mother’s friends in Halmun. “Wha’ ‘bout daddy an’ your ‘ome friends? Don’t you love them anymore? Don’t you love daddy anymore?” “I still love all of them people, especially daddy, but I have to stay here now.” “Why?” “’Cause Marosa loves us and we have to go where the love is.” “Daddy not love us?” “Daddy loves us just as much as ever but Marosa wanted to marry me and I had to say yes. Daddy didn’t want to marry me.” “Do go where narry is too?” Onyx smiled and nodded. “You go where marriage is too. Daddy wanted you and your sister to have a married mummy and Marosa offered to marry me.” “Will daddy come ‘ere?” Clover asked to which Onyx shook her head. “Daddy doesn’t know where here is. I’m sorry, Angel, but Marosa’s your new daddy now.” Clover, still in tears but not for the thought of missing Onyx’s new friends but for the thought of missing her daddy and Onyx’s old friends. Onyx rose a little and kissed her daughter’s forehead before she rose to her feet and picked up her child. On looking at the two who had heard the conversation, Onyx scowled them with her eyes for suggesting the discussion but thanked them nonetheless because it was something that had to be done at some stage. “Thanks. Should’ve told her earlier but thanks.” “Wha’s goin’ on ‘ere?” A voice asked from behind them, it was familiar enough to Onyx that she did not have to look back to see who it was. “Nothing, Marosa. Clover was just feeling a little tired from all the excitement.” Though that was a lie, Clover was exhausted and was now asleep on her mother’s shoulder. “We’ve first dance. ‘Ow can ye dance wiv th baby on your shoulder?” he fretted. “She’s not a baby, she’s a toddler. But…” Leontes decided he should make more of an effort with Marosa’s new bride and stepped forward to help Onyx out. “’Ere, I’ll take ‘er.” He offered. Onyx looked to him and his outstretched arms and carefully took Clover from her shoulder and placed her gently onto into his embrace. “Thank you, Leontes.” She thanked just as Marosa took hold of her hand and guided her into the middle of the hall’s dance floor. He nodded to Claudius who told the band what to play, who were a jazz band that could play anything you asked them to. On this occasion Marosa got Claudius to ask them to play the typical tune of the Waltz. The music began to play and fill the room with its melodious rhythm. Marosa took hold of Onyx’s hip and grabbed her hand properly as they began to waltz across the floor like angels gliding through the air and dancing on the clouds. They danced in the centre of the crowd before Claudius took hold of a woman from the crowd and began to dance with her. This intrigued the rest of the guests and soon all were dancing in a frenzy of song. Even Leontes got onto the dance floor but only because Laertes had told him go when he could look after the sleeping child. Laertes watched them dance as the thoughts of never being with the one he loved pushed so far into his mind that he had to sit in order to calm himself. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and glide over the floor in dance, to sleep skin against skin at night, to see her every morning and every night and to embrace her when she needed a hug but was he ever going to get his wish? By the way Marosa danced with her, it looked as if his dreams with her were numbered. Unknown to the thoughts of a sulking Laertes, Onyx felt badly for the way he sat on his own holding the baby that was her own. Marosa saw her eyes meeting the body of his bodyguard and felt the urge to kill her but he allowed that to pass and smiled at her when she spoke what he knew she was to ask. “Marosa, you wouldn’t mind if I took Laertes for a dance?” He smiled again and nodded to her. “But wha’ ‘bout the baby?” he cunningly felt himself ask her though inside he knew he really did not care. Onyx looked to Laertes again seeing her daughter comfortably asleep in his arms and took in her husband’s words. “My daughter will be fine laid upon one of the seats there, I’m sure.” This was his wife’s reply before she let go of his hands and he watched her sweep across the dance floor to where Laertes sat looking down at the child that was asleep in his arms. A shadow cast over her face and an angelic voice, which he knew too well, asked him words he longed to hear. “May I ‘ave this dance, kind sir?” His head moved up from the child’s face to the owner of the voice. His eyes caught the shimmering ivory of the person’s dress and moved his eyes up the delicate shape of the dress and her petite body to the rim of her face. The dainty chin of her sweet face that sat beneath the soft red of her painted lips that curled into a gentle smile, her rounded nose, then he met the soft deep and cerulean eyes that were hers. They smiled as bright as her lips and he felt a smile curl onto his own. “Wha’ ‘bout the daughter?” he asked. “She can sleep on the small couch beside you, can she not?” Laertes looked to the armchair beside him and nodded, stood and placed Clover carefully onto it. Her head brushed the arm of the chair and lifted her head to fold her hands beneath her. Once she was still once more, Laertes turned to face Onyx and watched her extend her hand to him. He took her hand with glee and walked her to the crowd of vivacious dancers. The band began to play the old waltz as Laertes took hold of the side of Onyx’s waist and Onyx placed her right hand onto his shoulder making his heart pound harder against his beaten chest. She smiled as she took hold of his hand as her own heart beat wildly inside herself. They sprung into their steps and danced energetically around the hall amongst the rest of the wedding’s guests. Marosa danced with another girl but kept his eyes on his new wife and his top man. Soon after the song finished being played, the band picked the time to play a slow yet lively classic that made both Onyx and Laertes hesitant about dancing together. But Onyx made the move by standing before him, taking his arms and placing his hands on both of her hips before she moved her body next to his and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, this is awkward, aint it?” Laertes exclaimed as they danced around the room. “It is in its own right but I…” she began to answer him back but she was tapped on the shoulder y another person and she turned to see Leontes standing behind her. “Hey, can I cut in?” He asked and Laertes took Onyx’s hands from him and handed them to Leontes. He kissed her cheek and smiled. “I’ll be back for another in a while.” Laertes said to her with a chuckle but as he turned from her, another woman asked him for a dance and they began the dance. Leontes laughed at that and took Onyx into his arms. They smiled at each other as they danced around the room as she had done with Laertes. “You look lovely in ‘at dress. It really makes ya look gorgeous.” Leontes complimented. “Thanks.” They continued dancing and they smiled at each other. “So what’s your story? I mean why you here?” Onyx brought herself to ask him. He looked to her and quickly realised that she had already had this conversation with Laertes, not last night but probably when Laertes was escorting her to the church for the wedding. It was a different topic starter than he had expected but, at least, she wasn't asking the normal jargon that was asked at the first near-private meeting. “I was a ‘omeless, ‘elpless drunk wiv only one skill ‘at Marosa found to ‘is likin’ an’ ‘at was ma fightin’. I ‘ad a black belt in ‘bout evathin’ ya could think of bu’ I jus’ couldn’t get an ‘ome an’ I ‘ad a terrible drink problem so no job would take me. I used to stay on a road ‘at was passed by almost everybody including your man Laertes.” “Hey, wha’ you mean by ‘my man Laertes’?” “You’s been so friendly together, I was only playing wiv ya. Anyway, as I was sayin’…” he began to continue as he spun her around twice and spun her out and then into him. “Laertes always passed the road in ‘at snazzy car of ‘is an’ I guess ‘e jus’ got sick of seein’ me there ‘cause one day ‘e offered me a job wiv Marosa as a bodyguard. Apparently, there was an opening since his last one was killed a few weeks before my arrival an’ I took it as soon as it was offered. Money is what makes the world go round after all. Marosa got me ‘elp for ma drinkin’ an’ I’ve been drink free now for the las’ few years.” Leontes explained proudly. “Fair play to you. Alcohol is a deadly killer almost as bad as drugs, I’ll never touch the stuff even if you paid me.” She exclaimed to him as Marosa cut in and took her hand. Without a word of asking, he stole Onyx away from the arms of Leontes for a dance. “My girl, you’s gittin’ lots of attention from those other bodyguards of mine. This is a good thing an’ you’s dancin’ well. We ‘avta leave sooner than later to begin the rest of our lifes by sharing each other to the other.” “You mean ‘aving sex in the room you’ve taken from upstairs, don’t ya?” She replied as she was spun out from him and brought back into him in a quick movement of dance. “Bu’ of course ‘at’s wha’ I was meanin’, ma dear.” He smiled at her. “As sharp as a rose thorn is you. Will we wait for later or will we go now?” he calmly asked her with his smirk widening along his face. “I prefer to wait ‘til when I know where my baby is going to spent her night or nights, depending on your plans.” “Night wiv the plural sounds like a better idea than wha’ ma mind had in thought. I like the thinkin’ ya do be doing.” He applauded as her smile faded. ‘Yeah, it’s all good. I had ta say it, didn’t I?’ Onyx’s thoughts cursed themselves but to her husband she smiled and spoke her words. “Great that I thought of it, aint it?” she asked him with a smile though she really felt like jumping off the pier she had seen from her bedroom in her new home. Marosa followed her smile and winked at her knowing that she didn’t want to spend the extra nights away from her daughter and alone with him. Yet he felt it was best to get a few nights apart from the world so she could start loving him as much as he had loved Nadine, sweet Nadine of the honey-bees yet what a sting she produced. “A few nights here than?” Onyx felt to ask. To which Marosa nodded and twirled her out some more. It was then that Marosa’s brother tapped his shoulder and put out his hand for the girl’s way in dance and, without a word between them, Marosa gave Onyx’s hand to his brother. Claudius took hold of Onyx’s waist and spun her away from Marosa and the girl that he grabbed for a dance, Claudius’s present girlfriend. “You really are sexy, you know.” Claudius commented Onyx as she spun out then back to him. “Thanks, I guess.” She replied. As her eyes circled the room, she caught sight of Leontes dancing with a pretty young women dressed in a slim, plunge-line, mauve dress that hugged to her slim figure with matching sandals which showed her lavender painted toenails. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was done in a basket of worms with a few curled strands poking their way through the weave. The two seemed happy in each other’s company yet there seemed a distance between them like friends who wanted much more. Her hazel eyes were dazzled by the sheer look of the man she danced with. As she continued danced around the great hall, Onyx’s eyes beheld Laertes dancing with a fine young woman also wearing a trailing, slim, plunge and criss-cross backed, wine dress that embraced her every curve and matching sandals that revealed her cream painted toenails. The front few thick strands of her russet hair was pulled from the front and wrapped around the rest of her flowing hair, plaited and held together with a maroon butterfly clip. Her glistening blue eyes gazed at Laertes with shielded sorrows of a past best forgotten or a present in danger as he but glanced over her shoulder scanning the room for another line of concentration, seeming that he held no interest for her but she held mountains for him. Their line of dance was as if they had been a couple once upon a time or were a couple facing difficulty, the many difficulties of sharing your life with one another person. Onyx’s lonely eyes scanned once more the room watching each person which held the name of guest dance with their partners not one taking note of the silent angel that lay upon the soft chair by the wall beneath a wall light that face upward and cast its light onto the artexed cream ceiling. How her little face lay upon the hands that separated her face from the irritation of the armchair’s material and allowed her to sleep sounder and in her dreams be who she wanted to be and see what she wanted to see. The only person in the whole entire room full of people that Onyx knew, loved and trusted, her own flesh and blood, her daughter and the only person who was anything in her life that would be until the growing baby inside her was born. This were the thoughts that ran though her mind as Onyx danced, spun and twirled with her on the white marble tiles that were the hall’s floor. Claudius was unaware of her absent mind and was talking about the wondrous things that she and her daughter were now to him. However Onyx heard of none of his words and just nodded when he spoke to her. To her what he was saying when she spun back into him sounded like a continuation of a long rant and rave about family or something like that. “…And ya’ll be the toppest class chick outta them all in Marosa’s little business.” ‘Or maybe not.’ Onyx thought from the guess of Claudius’ conversation topic. “Wha’ ya think?” he asked her. Onyx was not sure how to answer but she knew the one reply that would suit all questions and with this cunning response. “We’ll have to see what Marosa says first.” On her saying this, Claudius nodded to show his surprise yet his approval to her wise words. “Fair play, ya know your place already. This will save ma bro from days of beatin’.” Inside she was stunned and she was sure her eyes flashed the colour of shock but she tried to keep her face straight. As she was trying since she had been stolen from her homeland. “Sure I do. I answered back last night and was put in my place.” “Ya’s a fast learner, ma dear.” Claudius spoke as he walked her back to the table by the walls. He poured her a glass of champagne and this is when Marosa came to meet them with a black woman on his arm. They seemed comfortable together and Onyx was hurt to feel her anger rushing to replace her cup full of jealousy. However, the woman on his arm slipped her arm free, pecked Marosa on the cheek and walked to the side of Claudius. The woman was dressed in an elegant, trailing, plunge backed, blue dress with a tailored hole at the top of her chest giving the dress an oriental look. Her hair plaited into the tiniest plaits and were twisted and twirled onto the back of her head like spirals. They suited her face as she gazed ahead with those eyes that sat perfectly in her head painted brown. “Onyx,” Marosa began as he took hold of his bride’s arm and she stepped next to him. “This woman ‘ere is Taranee, Claudius’ girlfriend. Taranee this be Onyx.” Marosa introduced. Onyx and Taranee politely nodded and shook each other’s hands to be polite before the other two, who walked away from the table to dance with other women of the guests. Onyx turned from watching them head out onto the dance-floor and smiled nervously to Taranee who dropped her cheery smile and exhaled hard. This was enough to show Onyx what she had been brought into and how Marosa, Claudius and the rest of their groups treated the women in their lifes. Onyx wanted nothing more to at home and not the home of De Monic but the home she grew up in, the home of Denzel in Halmun where her life began and ended with one sweep of a man’s hand; the hand of Denzel bringing her forth into the world whilst the hand of Marosa tears her from it. On the other side of the room, Clover was awaking from her slumber lying down where someone had placed her and sitting upright rubbing her tired beady eyes. Startled that she was alone, her darted around and saw not her mother, not Laertes nor did she even seen Leontes. With childish fear creeping through her veins, which pumped it through her entire body, she climbed to stand on the sofa jumping up and down whilst scanning the crowd trying to seek out any of the three but mainly her mother. She detected Laertes first but he was dancing with a lady that was not her mother, however pretty she was. Therefore, she begun to continue her scanning and soon Leontes been caught in her sensors but he too was dancing with a lady that was not her mother also. In frustration, she continued to scan once more and was met by the sight of her mother dancing in the arms of Claudius, Marosa’s brother. Clover was about to jump from her place of altitude, she saw her mother walk to the buffet table with her hand held by her new uncle. It was then that she came down from the sofa and ran through the legs and feet of the dancing and drinking crowd. She pushed her way through with tears being knocked from her eyes with every hit she received from another pair of dancing legs. She hit a pair of legs out of her way when a pair of hands slowly taken hold of her sides and picked her up from the floor that was dirty and was getting wet by her falling tears. She was filled with fear of never seeing her mother again that she kicked and cried to only be placed onto a hip and wrapped in an arm. She turned her face to see that only Laertes held her in his arms. “Lades!” She exclaimed wrapping her arms around her. The woman that Clover seen dancing with Laertes had her left hand sitting on her hip looking angrily at Laertes as if he had something yet to explain. Her eyes slightly widened and her entire body weight rested on her left-hand side as her hip swung out. Laertes hugged Clover back and looked to the woman. “Neka, this is Clover.” He introduced but she not been having any of his cheap chat. “So this is the reason we’re over, is it? A baby from this "another woman". Wha’ you jus’ ‘eard ‘bout it or summit? Ya… I came ‘ere expectin’…” she begun saying to him, not sure if she wanted attention drawn to her or not. Laertes smiled and chortled at her paranoid accusations towards Onyx’s baby but he knew she actually believed what she was saying and he could not let her allow the lies to tear her up. He walked towards her and took hold of her arm, pulling her out of the hall and away from all the people. “Wha’ you doin’? Where we goin’?” Neka insisted but Laertes kept to silence until he had her outside of the noise. “But Nama is ‘at way, Lades.” Clover exclaimed thinking that Laertes was going to leave the hotel with her in her arms. “An’ why she call ya “Lades” an’ways?” Neka nagged. Laertes rolled her eyes for her stupidity and, when they been out of the hall, he left go of her arm. “Now let me explain before ya carry on givin’ outta me before ya ‘ear the truth.” “More bullshite again from your mouth.” She cursed again. “Ah for goodness sakes, Neka. Ask the kid if ya won’t believe my words.” He said as a last resort. “This kid is Marosa’s new wife’s. She’s Onyx’s baby not mine. I didn’t even know her ‘til Onyx picked her up yesterday when we was pickin’ ‘er up. Go ahead an’ ask this one if ya aint believin’ me. Go on.” He pushed so Neka looked to the child and smiled. “Little one, who’s ya father?” Neka asked. “You mean to Lades.” Clover exclaimed to Neka’s annoyance yet to Laertes enjoyment. “Yeah fine but is ‘e your father?” “Ma dad is in Haaalmun,” she began, trying her best to pronounce Halmun properly. “His name is Denzel. I know ‘at ‘c | ||
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The Wedding “Wake up miss Wells ma’am.” A voice spoke. Onyx shook her shoulders to shake off the voice but it persisted to awake her. The voice sounded like Rita but what was she waking her up for? She turned around to see the blurred outline of her new housekeeper before she rubbed her eyes and sat up holding the blanket around her body. “Wha’ you waking me up for?” Onyx asked her. Rita walked over to the window and opened the curtains to allow in the sun to flow into the room. Onyx put her hand up to guard her eyes from the blinding sunlight. “We’ve dress measurements, designs, nails an’ hair.” “For wha’?” Onyx asked as Rita strolled around the bed to the door. “For your wedding tomorrow night, miss, of course when you become Missus Valero instead of Wells. Come on get up and get dressed, breakfast will be on shortly.” She spoke as she walked out the door leaving Onyx to get dressed and ready for the night’s events. “An’ then ye ‘ave me walking up an’ down for ye like a rundown mule. Paid minimum wage as it is an’ even still I’ve more to tend to. Treating me just like ‘at asshole fiance of hers, as if I’m paid to take the crap. Organise this an’ take care of ‘at. Wouldn’t he be able to do it ‘imself if ‘e was ‘ome instead of chariotin’ round wit those hoes an’ scanky assed bitches ‘at ‘e calls ‘is work. An’ then I’ve a baby to look after an’, when the new one comes, I’ll ‘ave even more trouble. Sniffling little bra…”Rita whispered before she banged into Clover who was walking out of her room and into the hallway, dressed in her pink teddy pyjamas. “Hello, little miss an’ wha’ can I be doin’ for you, this fine morning?” she asked the child. Clover looked up to her and smiled at her. “I wan’ ny nama. Where Nama?” she asked the housekeeper. Rita tutted and pointed to Onyx’s room. “She’s in there, little miss.” Without a word of thanks, Clover tottered past Rita and her legs took her into the next room. She poked her head out of the door, holding onto the doorframe. “Phank you muches.” She thanked before she disappeared into the room. “’Phank you muches’ she says to me. The only thanks I’ll ever receive in this oversized hen house. Thinking ‘at I’ll…” Rita walked into Clover’s room to clean it up while she rambled into her own tangent. Onyx was sitting on her wooden seat by the dressing table’s big mirror brushing her long hair when her daughter walked in behind her. She turned around and smiled at her daughter. “Norning nama.” Clover greeted her mother. Onyx smiled. “Morning Angel.” She greeted back and picked up her baby to put her on her lap. “Look,” Onyx said as she pointed to the mirror. “Who’s that?” Clover looked in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She pointed to herself and looked up to Onyx with the gaze that asked was she right. Onyx laughed and nodded, tickling her child. “I’ve to get ready for my wedding, you coming too?” She asked her daughter who looked to her. “Why you get narried, nama? Don’t you love daddy no more.” Onyx’s heart sank on the mention of her lover from Halmun and the father of her two kids, the one on her lap and the one in her enlarging stomach. “It’s what grown-ups do, my dear. It’s what the grown-ups do.” Onyx sadly explained not wanting to explain her actions to her two-year-old daughter when she was hoping to go back home. “Ne get narry too, nama?” her daughter asked. Onyx smiled yet shook her head. “You too young to get married just yet but you can help mummy get ready. Would you like that?” Clover nodded. “Then, we’ve to get you dressed.” “Dress, nama?” Onyx picked up her daughter, rose to her feet being careful of her slight bump and followed her way to the door. “Yes Angel, you can wear a dress.” They turned into Clover’s room and Onyx put her daughter onto the big single bed so that she could look for her clothes. “Phat une Nama. It purty.” Clover exclaimed when Onyx picked out a crimson coloured short sleeved long dress. Onyx walked over to her daughter and sat down on beside her. “You sure you wanna thisa une, Angel?” Clover nodded and took hold of the dress. “It purty, nama.” “That it is Angel. Come on get out of those jammies so we can put it on.” “Wha’ ye got goin’ on up ‘ere?” a masculine voice asked from the doorway. Onyx looked up to see Marosa standing there by the door. Dressed in a black suit with a matching hat, he stood watching them. “Jus’ getting her ready to help me get ready for tomorrow night. She can come and help me, can’t she?” she weakly asked him. She decided it best not to speak out to him in front of her child and because she had spoken against him the night before and he had beaten her for it in front of Laertes, Leontes, Padua and Rita while her daughter slept in the room above. “Of course it’s ‘kay. She can be there an’ if ye wan’ she can be flower girl and page boy in one, how’s ‘at suit ye?” Marosa asked her as she walked into the room and stood above Clover as Onyx buttoned the back of the dress. “You mean it?” she asked without looking up at him. “She can take part in the wedding?” “Course she can. Why not allow ‘er to take part? After all ye are the kid’s mother, aint ye?” he said. Onyx jumped off the bed and smiled at the man who was going to be her new husband and nearly hugged him but stopped herself. Thanks.” She thanked, then to Clover she said: “Hear that little one? You’re gonna be your Nama’s little flower girl.” “I be nama’s ikle dower girl?” She excitedly asked her mother. Onyx nodded when Marosa looked curiously at the child. “Wha’ she goin’ on ‘bout when she says ‘nama’s ikle dower girl’?” he asked her. “She can’t quite pronounce some of her letters just yet and her word for little is ikle and mama is Nama, aint it cute?” “Tha’s one word for it.” He replied. “I’ve come to git ye both, as it is now, downstairs to be fitted into the dress.” “They’re gonna make it ‘ere today?” Marosa nodded. “Were ye expectin’ them to take longer? Sure we’re gittin’ married tonight at seven after all, not tomorrow or next week so it all ‘as ta be dealt wiv today.” “Bu’ I thought it was gonna be tomorrow night like Rita said. Ye don’t wait long, do ye?” Marosa shook his head and smiled. “Course not. Now c’mon, your dress-maker awaits.” Clover stood on the bed and lifted her arms up to Onyx wanting to be picked up. Marosa took the opportunity to drive into the child’s likeable side. “Can I take ‘er down?” he asked Onyx who stood aside and allowed him to lift up the child into his untrusting arms. With the child in his grip, he turned and left the room followed, momentarily, by Onyx. They walked swiftly down the steps and into the front room where a female tailor awaited with her materials and sewing essentials for Onyx, the belle of the ball. “If I’ve ta tell you one more time to stand still…” complained the tailor as she mended the ivory wedding dress’ hem. Onyx smiled and tried to remain still. “Sorry can’t help it.” The tailor had the wide sleeves, the basic dress design, the across-the-top part and the flow-hipped skirt and figure-hugging top parts done on the off-the-shoulder dress and was just putting the finishing touches onto it. She suddenly stood and looked onto her creation hours after Marosa had left the room to allow her to start making Onyx wedding dress. She now circled her left index finger in asking for a twirl so she could admire it better. “You purty nama!” exclaimed Clover from her seat where she had been sitting since the work had started to stay out the dressmaker’s way. “Thanks you Clover.” Onyx could not help from smiling in her new dress but she could not help feeling like this wedding was going to be a parade for her funeral and the dress was going to be her sarcophagus. “Wha’ a sigh’.” Complimented another masculine voice. Onyx turned to see that the voice belonged Leontes who stood beside Laertes. “Wha’ you here?” asked Clover to the surprise of the other two and to the surprise of Onyx who did not expect her daughter to be so frank to strangers. “We were sen’ by the boss ta find ‘ow the dress was goin’.” Leontes explained to the expectant eyes of the three females. “An’ it seems all goin’ jus’ fine. Go on, put on the veil.” Laertes continued. She did as he had asked by placing the veil headband on her head and pulling the veil in front of her face. He smiled, unable to help himself from thinking that she was his bride and that he was lucky guy who was pronounced her husband in the cathedral that night before all the people who were expected to be there. Alas, it was only his idle thinking for, as was his life story, a richer and more powerful man had grabbed his prize. Onyx seemed to see the slight hidden look but took no notice. “Ye look great.” He complimented. “Marosa’s a lucky guy.” Leontes saw what was in the words of Laertes and decided to take him away to report back to Marosa before he said something he’d be forced to regret. “Come on, Laertes, we’ve to report back to Marosa.” Leontes ushered. Laertes pulled his face away from the lustrous bride to the fearing face of his friend and colleague. Onyx watched him walk out the door and saw the slight glint in his eyes as he turned his head to glance once more upon her. She smiled and laughed to herself before turning to face her daughter who could only smile. “Wove you, Nama.” She said as she pushed herself off the sofa and strolled over to her mother. Onyx bent down and picked her up from beneath her arms kissing her cheek as she rose up to stand upright. Clover hugged her mother whilst the tailor tidied away her bits and pieces. “Love you too, dear.” Onyx replied back as she kissed her cheek once more. “Thanks, miss tailor.” She thanked the tailor who looked at her new model and smiled at her work before she acknowledged Onyx’s thanks with a reply. “I enjoy my work so it’s no more than my pleasure.” Onyx nodded and tuned to see the time; four o clock. Onyx decided that, with only three hours until the wedding, she might as well leave on the dress instead of taking it off now and putting it back on an hour later, plus she had her hair and make-up to think of now. She was putting on the finishing touches to her make-up whilst Clover sat next to her when she saw Laertes’ reflection in the mirror. He was dressed elegantly in a black suit with a black bowtie and a white shirt and an expressionless face. She felt a tightness in her chest and refused to make a move in talking to him. Laertes had seen this and felt she did not want to talk to him and he knew that she was like this towards him because of the way he was at Gonzalo and she had her fair rights to be that way. “Come to pick me up I see.” She irritably greeted. He nodded as he stepped further into the room feeling he needed to apologise to her in order to get on the same level with her if he wanted her to at least be friendly towards her. “Come ta pick ye up I ‘ave, my dear. Look,” he began. “I’m sorry, wha’ I said back at the casino was uncalled for. I'm sorry I went too far. Don’t worry nothin’ will ‘appen to your kids as I said it would. I’m really sorry, I was jus’ bein’ very stupid and I only did it ‘cause I…” She felt her chest tighten again before she smiled and turned to greet him. His heart fluttering as if this was his own wedding he was attending and she was his bride instead of being Marosa’s. He looked to the little child on the sofa as if she was theirs instead of hers and Denzel’s. “Aint you a cute sight, little one?” He spoke to her, avoiding the exquisite bride that held his heart in her hands unknown to her. She smiled and jumped from her bed. “I purty.” She exclaimed to Laertes’ genuine chuckle. “Yes you are.” He patted her head. “I Nama’s ikle dower girl.” “Of course you are an’ wha’ a cute little flower girl you are. You’d be the belle of the ball, at least the kiddies ball.” “We goin’ to a narry not to a ball.” she innocently corrected. “True bu’ we is gonna go ta a party kinda ball afterwards.” He explained to her sweetly. “Bu’ come wiv me, your limo awaits.” He said to her. “Do wanna hop in ta me arms so I can take you down?” Without a thought, she nodded and jumped into his arms. He placed her on his hip and grabbed hold of her flower basket in which sat her mother’s bouquet of white and red roses. He balanced the child on his hip and picking up the basket as if he had done it before and was well used to it as Onyx took in. “You comin’? ‘Tis your limo too.” He managed to say to her as he lifted out his left elbow awaiting her to take it. She took a deep breath and rose from her seat, turned to face him and gently placed her arm into his. They walked from the room and carefully stepped down the stairs, out of the front door and into the driveway where a white limousine awaited them. Being ever the gentleman, Laertes let go of Onyx’s arm and opened the back door for her to climb into seat whist still holding Clover. “Thank you, kind sir.” She thanked with a slight nod of her head before she carefully slipped into the back. After she was comfortably in her seat, she put her hands up for her daughter, who Laertes gently placed into her hands. When Clover had been gently sat into the back of the limo, Laertes hopped in and shut the door was shut, the limo started up and they were on their way to the nearest cathedral where everyone awaited them. “So what are you at the wedding? Just a participator? Or something else?” Onyx asked Laertes trying to make some conversation to liven the journey. Laertes knew that if he did not watch what he was saying he would end up telling that he was going to be the groom. Even though he was only going to be a mere participator, he wanted nothing more than to be her groom, to be the man in front of all the people who was going to marry this beautiful angel beside him. “I’m only watchin’, me an’ Leontes aint gots no specific roles in this wedding except security. We’re only there as an in case precaution, you know.” He replied though what he was thinking was quite the opposite. What he thought was: ‘I’m gonna be the surprise groom. I’m gonna sweep you off your feet after the ‘I do’s’ and we’re never gonna be lonely ‘cause we’ll always have each other.’ Words he would never hear himself say to anyone if not to her. “Pity, was thinking you to be the best man or something. Who is the best man, by the way?” “Marosa’s only brother, Claudius. The only man Marosa truly trusts, he owns the second portion of Marosa’s game, they co-own it, ‘at’s ‘ow much ‘at brother of his is trusted.” “I like Narsa. He nice.” Exclaimed Clover from her viewing out of the window. Laertes smiled at the child he had seen with his love the day he had fallen for her and had dropped his chances with anyone else. He felt a loving for the child as well but it was not as strong as the love he felt for Onyx and it was on another level was the love he felt for Clover. Onyx’s daughter lifted herself from her seat and onto Onyx’s lap where she made herself comfortable after crinkling the dress. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you young one?” he coldly responded, the memories of his sister’s happy day freshly making its hole in his memories. “Wha’s your name kid?” he asked Clover to take away the coldness. “Clover bu’ Nama calls me Angel.” Clover sweetly replied to the stranger’s question because that’s all he was to her, a mere stranger. She had never met him before and she had never seen him before but it seemed to her that this stranger was her mother’s friend and was going to be her friend too. “Angel?” Laertes asked Onyx who just smiled. “Yeah she’s my guardian angel. In this life she’s gonna need all the luck she can get as well as my new bobba too and you can’t get any more luck than being a guardian angel.” She explained to Laertes’ raised eyebrows and nod. At the sound of the new baby, Clover looked again to Laertes and smiled a smile from ear to ear. “Baba sista in nama tummy.” She proclaimed as if she thought Laertes had not a clue about where babies came from. She seemed ecstatic to the news that she was going to be an older sister. Onyx coughed to get her daughter’s attention and Clover looked to her mother’s wide eyes which told her that she was forgetting something. “Or baba botha. Nama told me ‘at when baba is out, I ‘ave ‘sponsbility to wook afta the baba an’ me no’ goin to be lonely no more. I got baba friend then.” Laertes almost laughed at the child’s optimism at having a new baby enter her family’s world when he had been told that he was going to be an older brother he had almost flipped his lid and had hated the new baby until her mother had forgotten to feed her for awhile making him feel sorry for her and he had fed her. Their relationship blossomed from then on; oh how he missed his sister, the young optimistic of the two, the one who always say a light at the end of the tunnel yet the one who wound up in Marosa’s bed playing wife and public hooker. Then Laertes heard Onyx ask the question he knew he was going to be asked at some point but was not completely ready for answering. “So Laertes, evading the topic of new bobbas, what got you working for Marosa? I mean aint there better jobs out there that you could be doing other than being at Marosa’s beck an’ call?” His heart nearly stopped for it was his sister that got him the job working with Marosa, would the trail of hurtful memories ever cease to bother him. “D’ya remember wha’ I said ‘bout Marosa’s first wife?” “You mean how she ended her life screaming in the deepest of agony with an old friend of Marosa’s and that both are dead to the world now?” he nodded. “Well yeah. Anyhow, ‘at first wife I spoke so dismissively ‘bout was ma sister.” Onyx gasped at this. “Your sister? Didn’t even know you had a sister. I’m sorry Marosa killed her as you sharply described.” “Don’t be. However, she got me the job when he needed some person to look after ‘er an’ she told ‘im’ bout me. I was broke at the time an’ needed the job plus I gotta spend more time wiv me sis.” He stopped for a minute before beginning again. “Now that we’re now ‘ere outside the cathedral which is goin’ to put your ‘and into the ‘and of Marosa. Will ye promise me one thin’?” he asked her to which she only nodded to acknowledge the fact that she had heard his question. Laertes took a deep exhale before he spoke the words he knew was the best of advice yet was the words his heart was reluctant to hear his mouth speak. “No matter ‘ow bad thin’s git you’re no’ gonna go off wiv another guy. Promise me ye’ll do me ‘at one favour before we go anywhere out of this limo?” he knew that what he was saying was going to wind himself in trouble but it had to be said and the question had to be asked. “I promise I won’t, Laertes. I won’t be having an affair after what happened last night when I only answered him back. Is he always like that?” “All the time.” He answered whilst cold air suddenly whipped through the car and made the three people shiver before the warmth from the sun filtered past the cold and made its home in the back seats of the limo. “Now come on, miss Wells, your future awaits at the top of the altar inside the cathedral.” Laertes stepped out of his seat and extended his hand to help her from her seat. She gently took hold of his hand and was gently pulled from his seat whilst their eyes never departed from each other. As soon as she was standing beside him on the dry curb and before she could turn herself to pick out her daughter, Laertes turned back to the open door and spoke to the child inside. “Come on, little one, we’ve a wedding to ‘at needs an little flower girl. D’ya know where I can find one at the last minute?” At the same time as Onyx watched over him and smiled at his slight joke, Clover looked up at Laertes and smiled. “You don’t need dower gal. I’s dower gal.” She claimed. “Well come on then ‘fore someone else ‘comes flower girl.” He smiled whilst he opened his arms to her. To prove that she was not taking no for an answer she scrambled to her hands and knees and crawled into his open arms. He picked her up from beneath her shoulders, sat her on his stomach before he shifted her weight to his hip and wrapped his arms beneath her to prohibit her from falling. He turned to face Onyx once again and watched her smile. She lengthened her arms for her child who, when she had hold of her, she placed on the floor by her feet and took the bridal flowers from. Then she rose and looked to Laertes. “Kind sir,” she began mockingly since he was being a gentleman and she was playing on his actions. “Since I do not have a father to give me away to my foul husband may you be so kind as to do the honour of walking me down the golden aisle?” His heart jumped into his throat with her words flying around his ears. Was she asking what he thought she was? The words that fluttered told him that she was. He smiled at her and spoke. “But of course, m’lady. Then take my arm and in through the big wooden doors we shall walk followed calmly by your elegant daughter.” He chuckled and, after his arm was taken, he stepped towards the big hand-crafted wooden doors with his sweetheart on his left hand side and the little one behind them with a fawn floral basket of red and pink rose petals softly settled covering a velvet cushion where the two silver rings rested ready to be taken to make the wedding final and legal. Two people that stood either side of the doors professionally opened the way for Laertes and Onyx to enter the colossal cathedral interior. Once they had stepped past the doors, Onyx looked up and around the room taking in all that was to be seen. She looked over to the soaring nave that seemed to reach an elevation her of over hundred feet at the apex of the vault, and to either of her sides which were only just under fifty feet wide. She admired the sophisticated cantilevering of the Rayonnant-style whilst she gazed to the flanking aisles, the open arcades and the large stained-glass windows of the triforium and clerestory. The cathedral's elaborately decorated exterior has its fullest expression |