Rather Morbid Short Story
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
This is what you get for leaving me alone to supervise an empty open gym...
"It was not so long ago that I did indeed love this world", the forlorn Lady Rose lamented, "but now I find nought but sorrow in this dystopia. My only sin,"she continued mournfully, "was to love one man, an in turn hope that he would forever remain by my side." Lady Rose's sorrowful tale progressed, and the events which caused her torturous demise became suddenly clear.
Althought you would never guess that this wretched woman could ever have enjoyed the flower of youth, she was once a beautiful young woman. Suitors came from miles away to meet this charming young lady, and bards eulogised her in fanciful ballads. Yet her father kept her at home. He knew of her monophobia and did not trust the suitors with his precious daughter.
However, during a grand celebration at the king's court, Rose met Henry. Henry was a fellow philharmonic, and everything Rose had ever dreamed or hoped for. He was well thought of in court, philosophical, and handsome. Despite her father's objections, they were soon wed.
The first years of their marriage were blissful. Henry inherited his father's lands and became a valued advisor for the king, but stayed close to Rose's side to calm her fears of being alone. Rose bore three sons and two daughters for Henry; however, she was no longer the virtuous woman of years past.
Rose began to notice Henry was straying. Her children kept her mind occupied, but she missed her companion. She was promised by many, however, that Hendry's presense was required in court, and did not worry, until she found the letter.
The letter was perfumed and caught Rose's attention immediatly. It confessed a love for Henry from a countess in court. Rose threw into a deep and passionate rage.
When Henry returned, she confronted him, and soon the sharp jeweled dagger, once a valued wedding present, was found deep in Henry's heart. Rose buried her unfaithful husband in the courtyard, knowing that soon pigs would devour the mangled body. But first, she cut from his body his heart, and placed part of it in her locket, so that he might never leave her again. Still in a vengeful spirit of misandry, ROse killed her three sons too, and refused to let her daughters again see the light of day, for fear, one day, they too should betray their mother, and leave her alone.
"It was not so long ago that I did indeed love this world", the forlorn Lady Rose lamented, "but now I find nought but sorrow in this dystopia. My only sin,"she continued mournfully, "was to love one man, an in turn hope that he would forever remain by my side." Lady Rose's sorrowful tale progressed, and the events which caused her torturous demise became suddenly clear.
Althought you would never guess that this wretched woman could ever have enjoyed the flower of youth, she was once a beautiful young woman. Suitors came from miles away to meet this charming young lady, and bards eulogised her in fanciful ballads. Yet her father kept her at home. He knew of her monophobia and did not trust the suitors with his precious daughter.
However, during a grand celebration at the king's court, Rose met Henry. Henry was a fellow philharmonic, and everything Rose had ever dreamed or hoped for. He was well thought of in court, philosophical, and handsome. Despite her father's objections, they were soon wed.
The first years of their marriage were blissful. Henry inherited his father's lands and became a valued advisor for the king, but stayed close to Rose's side to calm her fears of being alone. Rose bore three sons and two daughters for Henry; however, she was no longer the virtuous woman of years past.
Rose began to notice Henry was straying. Her children kept her mind occupied, but she missed her companion. She was promised by many, however, that Hendry's presense was required in court, and did not worry, until she found the letter.
The letter was perfumed and caught Rose's attention immediatly. It confessed a love for Henry from a countess in court. Rose threw into a deep and passionate rage.
When Henry returned, she confronted him, and soon the sharp jeweled dagger, once a valued wedding present, was found deep in Henry's heart. Rose buried her unfaithful husband in the courtyard, knowing that soon pigs would devour the mangled body. But first, she cut from his body his heart, and placed part of it in her locket, so that he might never leave her again. Still in a vengeful spirit of misandry, ROse killed her three sons too, and refused to let her daughters again see the light of day, for fear, one day, they too should betray their mother, and leave her alone.
