Stories tagged “Sophia D'Soleil”

  • Becoming Sophia (73)

    “Soon, you’ll be back with your family. I expect you’ll see them at the ball. They must be so worried about you.” A chill crept up my spine as she spoke. “What?” I asked, completely surprised that she would bring it ...

  • Becoming Sophia (74)

    The boys stared at me in a way I’d never experienced. The last time I’d been decked out like this, I was too young to attract such glances. Vain as it may have been, I quite liked being admired. Jordan cleared his throat to break the silenc...

  • Becoming Sophia (75)

    I quickly kissed the cheeks of all the other men and gave a warm hug to Georgette. I gave a last thanks for their hospitality before I left and then turned away from them, holding in an ocean of tears, because I knew that it would be the last time I ev...

  • Becoming Sophia (76)

    There were plated gold embellishments on the crown moldings; intricate carvings on the flying buttresses. The chandeliers glittered in the candlelight, thousands of crystals sending rays of light to every corner of the room. Intricate tapestries lined ...

  • Becoming Sophia (77)

    I was not very accustomed to walking in heels, so I was sure to move slowly. I did not want to trip and disgrace myself. This was probably what allowed Prince Charmant’s gaze to settle on me. I was the only one on the stairs and my ivory gown was...

  • Becoming Sophia (78)

    I let the Prince guide me to the middle of the dance floor, enduring hateful stares from the surrounding young women. He grasped my waist firmly and stepped into the dance in time with the waltz that was playing. I couldn’t help but smile. “...

  • Becoming Sophia (79)

    The Prince laughed bitterly at my remark and I cringed, worried he might think I agreed with the sentiment. “I’m not interested in such things, though,” I said to clarify. “Can you keep a secret?” the Prince asked. I nodde...

  • Becoming Sophia (80)

    “What about you, Marina?” I laughed outright at him. “What about me, altesse?” “Please, call me Andrien,” he ordered. “I have to choose a wife by the end of this night. I would like someone who at least vaguely...

  • Becoming Sophia (81)

    “Maybe I’ve changed,” I retorted smartly, but my smirk betrayed me. Andrien chuckled softly. “Oh, Marina, you haven’t changed in the slightest.” We laughed and I couldn’t deny that his offer tempted me… I...

  • Becoming Sophia (82)

    The room stood and, when the king gave a general acknowledgement with a slight incline of his head, all bowed or curtsied deeply. The announcer allowed us to be seated and the sound of chairs on the floors filled the air for a few moments before everyt...

  • Becoming Sophia (83)

    “Mademoiselle Marina Lennon.” There was a collective gasp and everyone began turning about to try and find “the girl.” “Umm,” Andrien flushed. “Mademoiselle Lennon?” My heart jumped into my throat and I s...

  • Becoming Sophia (84)

    She seemed to be dragging someone along behind her. “What is the meaning of this?!” The king demanded. Cristyne emerged, the turtledove just behind her wearing my old favorite party dress. She curtsied lower than I had previously thought ph...

  • Becoming Sophia (85)

    “My name is Marina Lennon,” she said. “I was born January 3rd, 1621. My father’s name was Pierre August Lennon. My mother was Sophia Caroline Lennon. My mother died in childbirth and my father died in the January of 1633. I̵...

  • Becoming Sophia (85)

    “Probably a turtledove,” the fake-me put in. By this time, even Andrien was looking convinced. “No! I’m no thief! I’m Marina!” Tears welled up in my eyes. “Come now, who is everyone going to believe? This commo...

  • Becoming Sophia (86)

    Elsebeth trembled. She looked at me with barely contained tears in her eyes. I swear I could see the apology there as she pointed her shaking index finger, not at me, but at the triumphant turtledove. “No!” I cried, collapsing on the floor ...

  • Becoming Sophia (87)

    If you have ever seen the inside of a dungeon, my heart goes out to your poor soul. If you haven’t—consider yourself lucky. There was no light—not even the moon or stars, for there were neither candles nor windows. I couldn’t se...

  • Becoming Sophia (88)

    The dungeon was terrifying and dark, dirty and repulsive, but even worse was the ever present stench of rotting corpses and vomit, or rat droppings and human entrails. The putrid smell lingered no matter how much you tried to fan it away, permeating ev...

  • Becoming Sophia (89)

    “Marina! Marina wake up!” someone’s voice roused me from my almost-sleep. “Hmm?” I looked about, surprised to see a brightly burning candle flame nearby. I crawled towards it on my hands and knees. “Marina, are you a...

  • Becoming Sophia (90)

    “I’m the one in the dungeon and you’re the one cosying up to Andrien, so who cares? Little Cinderetta is exactly where she belongs—with the rest of the refuse of our kingdom.” “Marina,” Andrien spoke forcefully...

  • Becoming Sophia (91)

    I was grateful for the dimness of the light that successfully hid my blush. I knew they were just trying to shut me up and it worked all too well for my taste. “So if you can’t just let me out, then what are you going to do?” I wonder...

  • Becoming Sophia (92)

    I stood under the noose, my hands clasped behind my back. I was a lady, so they hadn’t bothered to blind folded me. The crowd liked to see our tears. In that moment, as the hangman’s hand reached for the lever that would end my life, I saw ...

  • Becoming Sophia (93)

    “Silence!” the holy man cried. “This woman will meet her agony in Hell if God sees fit!” He began to read the proper words then, talking about my salvation and eternal punishment. I stopped breathing as the tell tale words escap...

  • Becoming Sophia (94)

    I hurriedly wrapped the shawl that Elsebeth has hidden in the wood beams around my shoulders as large boots trampled down the stairs above me. My neck burned still where the noose had nearly broken it. I had no time to take off the rough hemp. I tucked...

  • Becoming Sophia (95)

    I could feel Gerard’s hungry eyes on my backside, but there was nothing I could do about it and he was saving my life, so I suppose it was some kind of payment well deserved. When I turned around, Gerard was picking up my mother’s wedding d...

  • Becoming Sophia (96)

    I plunged myself into the crowd, blending in perfectly with the common folk. I pushed my way through, trying to put as much distance as I could between the gallows and myself. Guards called out to one another in the distance, still searching for the Ma...