Mousetrap | By : ShadowKitten011 Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 448 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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--Day 47--
When she awoke again, she felt stronger, though still ravenously hungry. The room was dimly lit and quiet. She sat up slowly. On the rolling cart, she saw a long, light green shirt, light green trousers, a pair of bloomers, white socks, and leather shoes.
She sat up, pulling on the shirt and socks. Slowly, with a groan of discomfort, she stood up, to pull on the bloomers and pants. She slipped the shoes on, and padded slowly over to the door. Experimentally she turned the knob, and tugged on it. It opened.
She peeked out. It was a short hallway. There were two doors on each long side of the corridor, one of which she had just come out. There were doors on each end. The nearer was marked "WC."
Uncertain, she glanced up and down the hallway, before padding over to that door. She opened it.
She found a toilet, a sink, a mirror, and a shower. She flipped a switch, and an electric light turned on with a soft buzz.
She looked in the mirror, and winced.
Her eyes were sunken. Her head was bald. Her neck and arms looked far too thin. Her skin was very pale, and her eyes were empty. More so than usual. The deep rich blue was faded.
She shuddered, and turned away from the mirror. She glanced at the toilet, and realized that she needed to use it. She did so. She flushed it. Then she turned on the tap on the sink, rinsed her hands, then used the bar of soap that sat beside it. She thoroughly lathered her hands, then carefully rinsed them. She took her time.
"Morning," Edith's voice said behind her.
Ange continued to wash her hands.
"Morning," she said.
Edith placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Done?"
Ange let the water pour over her hands for another moment, before nodding.
Edith pressed in close behind her, reaching around her torso to shut off the water. Ange stood there, looking at her wet hands. She felt Edith gently place her arms around her body. Ange blinked. She glanced up in the mirror. Her eyes met Edith's in the reflection. She shivered.
"I... I need to dry them," Ange whispered.
Edith nodded, and released Ange.
"Of course."
Ange turned, and slowly rubbed her hands dry with a towel that hung on the wall. When she had dried them, she looked up into Edith's eyes.
Edith smiled, and placed her arms around Ange, who didn't hesitate to wrap her own arms around Edith.
Ange shivered, and sobbed again.
"I... can't not cry," she managed between sobs.
"I know," Edith said quietly.
She stood there, again crying openly as Edith held her. After several minutes, she managed to stop again with a sniffle.
"Feel like breakfast?" Edith asked.
Ange nodded against Edith's chest.
"Okay."
Ange reluctantly released Edith, and the doctor stepped back. Ange, looking up at her with teary eyes, walked slowly back to her room, and sat down on her bed.
After a moment, Edith entered with a tray. There was a glass of orange juice, and a bowl of oatmeal. As with dinner, a plate of melon wedges sat beside it.
As Ange ate, Edith sat down on the side of the bed, beside her. Watching her eat. Ange ate slowly, savouring the flavours, the feeling of food. When she had finished, Edith moved closer to her, placing an arm around her waist. Ange leaned against her, and closed her eyes. Edith softly kissed the top of her head.
"You're already looking better. Stronger. When they brought you in, I thought... well, it didn't look good."
Ange shrugged.
"Might have been better to let me die."
Edith placed her hand under Ange's chin, and gently lifted her face. Ange looked up into Edith's eyes. Her expression was stern.
"Don't say that," Edith said in a firm but kind voice. "You deserve better than this."
Ange blinked, and felt tears well up again.
"I... I do not know what to say," she said softly.
"Don't worry about saying anything, Ange. Just let me help you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to die."
"Even if being alive means I suffer?"
Edith leaned in close. Ange shivered, her face turning red. Edith's lips brushed hers. Then pressed in tighter. Ange closed her eyes, even as tears gushed out. Her arms wrapped around Edith's neck, and she eagerly returned the kiss.
Edith pulled back after a few moments.
"I do not want you to die," she repeated in a soft whisper.
"Don't put me back," Ange whimpered.
"I can't promise anything, but I'll do what I can. Okay?"
Ange opened her eyes again, so she could look into Edith's. After a moment, she nodded.
Edith kissed her again. Ange moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. Desperate, her tongue eagerly pressing against Edith's lips. Edith broke the kiss, and Ange whimpered.
"You're still weak," she whispered. "It wouldn't do to over-strain yourself."
"But... it felt good."
"I know, Ange. It did. Give yourself the time to grow stronger, and we can...."
She broke off her sentence, and shrugged.
"Edith?"
"Sorry. I was about to say something that I can't promise."
Ange nodded, sadly.
"I understand."
Edith sighed.
"I will talk to Gazelle again. I'll see what I can do. Okay?"
Ange nodded. Edith smiled, and leaned in, kissing her again.
Edith stood, caressing Ange's cheek one last time, then stepped back.
"I have other things I have to do, and as I promised, I'll talk to Gazelle. You can do what you want, but be careful. You're still weak."
Ange nodded.
"I can go anywhere?"
Edith shrugged.
"Anywhere not locked, sure."
Ange frowned.
"You will be back soon?"
Edith smiled, and leaned back down, to kiss Ange's forehead.
"Of course. As soon as I can. I will bring lunch, in any case. Okay, darling?"
Ange nodded. Edith turned and left, leaving the door to her room open.
Ange waited for a moment, then carefully stood up. she walked out her door, and walked to the WC. She tested the door, and found it unlocked.
She tried the other four doors. The only one unlocked was the one directly across the corridor from her room. She pushed it open. it was a room similar to hers. She turned on the light switch. The bed was empty. On the table sat a small box. She walked over to it.
Ange, a tag taped on the side read.
She pulled the top off of the box, and looked inside. She found a thin silver chain, with a heart-shaped pendant on it. She lifted it. It was hinged. She fiddled with it, until it opened up. Inside was a miniature picture of Edith. Ange closed the pendant, and clasped the chain around her neck.
She looked around the room. She found, in the closet, a light blue dress on a hanger. She looked at it. It was, she estimated, her size.
She opened a cabinet, and found several pairs of bloomers, along with a note.
Ange,
The contents of this room are yours to wear and use as you want. I am breaking many rules here, but I cannot help it. I only pray that I can find a way to keep you safe until you can be freed.
You are probably suspicious. I cannot blame you. I cannot explain to myself why I am doing this. Nevertheless, I am earnest in my desires.
Soon, I hope, I shall have you with me in London.
Love,
Edith.
Ange frowned, and took the note. She continued looking around the room. She found three more shirts and two more trousers and five pairs of socks.
She turned off the light, but left the door open. She walked back to her room, and set the note down on the rolling cart. She sat on her bed.
This is a trap, she told herself.
Nothing good had happened to her since she had been captured. Anything that seemed good was only there to build up her hope, so it could be dashed again. Anyone that had seemed to care about her had betrayed her. Edith would be no different.
Unless she isn't lying, she counter-argued.
She had fallen in love with an urchin. When the revolution hit and the urchin was forced to be the Princess, the Princess remained in love with her. Strange things happened in this world. Beautiful things happened.
Ange sighed, and closed her eyes. She placed her hand on the pendant that hung over her heart.
She couldn't tell where gratitude ended, and love began. Edith had saved her life, twice. She was keeping her safe, wasn't she?
She had kissed her. She was feeding and clothing her, and had given her jewellery. She loved her.
Edith loved Ange. How?
Ange loved Edith. Why?
She sighed, and stood up again. There was little to do but walk to the other room, turn on the light, and examine her clothes again.
She used the toilet, washing her hands very thoroughly, then padded back into her room. She sat down, kicked off her shoes, and lay down in her bed.
The smell of food woke her up. She opened her eyes, and looked up into Edith's. The doctor leaned down to her. Ange eagerly moved to meet her. Their lips pressed together, their arms wrapped around one another's bodies. Edith shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed. The kiss broke, and Ange groaned softly. Edith kissed her neck.
"Love you," Ange whispered softly.
Edith gasped.
"Love you too."
Their lips met again. The kiss lingered. It deepened as Edith probed Ange's mouth with her tongue. Edith felt Ange's thin hands tentatively run along her body. The kiss broke.
"You should eat something," Edith whispered.
Ange nodded, looking into Edith's eyes adoringly.
This is a trap, Ange repeated to herself.
Edith pulled away, and shifted the rolling cart over to Ange.
It was soup again. This time, instead of melon wedges, a little apple tart sat on a plate beside the bowl. A slice of bread and a pat of butter sat on another plate on the other side.
"Going to keep increasing your food intake. Give you more solid things."
Ange nodded, but focused on eating.
The bread was soft, indulgently sweet with the butter. The soup was beef and noodle. There were more chunks of meat, and they were larger.
The tart was so delicious Ange couldn't help but moan in appreciation. Edith laughed softly.
When Ange had eaten, Edith pushed the cart to one side, and settled down beside Ange. The younger girl immediately cuddled against Edith, wrapping her arms around her, nuzzling against her chest.
This is a trap, Ange told herself. I am falling into a trap, again.
They kissed, deeply. Edith's hands were so very soft, and so very warm, as they eased up under Ange's shirt. Ange didn't resist as Edith pulled it up and off of her body.
Edith ran her hands across Ange's skin. She cupped Ange's breasts, caressing them gently. Ange moaned, eagerly seeking out Edith's lips again. Ange shuddered. The sensations were overwhelming, and she squirmed and groaned needily.
Edith broke the kiss, and pulled back. Ange whimpered quietly.
"Take off your clothes. We'll take a shower."
Ange nodded eagerly, standing and rapidly pulling down her trousers and bloomers, and pulling her socks off.
Edith, smiling, stripped as well, and took Ange's hand. She led her into the corridor, and into the WC.
Ange shifted uncertainly, as Edith released her hand, and turned to the shower. She twisted the knob, and water began to cascade down from the shower-head to the floor.
Ange froze. Her eyes went wide. She shuddered.
Edith turned to her, and tilted her head.
"Ange?"
The girl whimpered, and took a step back.
"Ange, what is it?"
Ange took a deep breath. She could still breathe. She wasn't drowning.
"The... the water."
Edith watched her closely.
"You don't want to use the shower?"
Ange closed her eyes, taking several more deep breaths.
"I... I think it will be okay. If you are there."
"I'll be here. I won't let anything bad happen, alright?"
Ange opened her eyes, and nodded. Cautiously, she moved into the WC. She looked at the shower head, and at the water cascading down. It was just a shower.
She leaned against Edith, resting her cheek against her breasts. Edith wrapped her arms around Ange, gently rubbing her back.
"It's not dangerous. I swear it."
Ange nodded, and pulled away. Tentatively, she stepped underneath the shower-head. The water hit her torso. She took a deep breath. She could still breathe.
Edith smiled, and walked over to her. She picked up the soap, and a wash-cloth.
"Let me?"
Ange nodded. She closed her eyes, and let Edith wash her. She rubbed the soapy wash-cloth. over her head and face and her neck, down her body, and her legs. She knelt in front of Ange, and ran it between her legs. Ange groaned.
Edith placed the soap and wash-cloth. aside. She rubbed Ange's pussy again. Softly. Ange gasped, and looked down at Edith with wide, uncertain eyes. Edith looked up at her.
"You're beautiful, Ange. Every part of you is."
Ange swallowed, and braced a hand against the wall of the shower. Edith sighed.
"You're probably not strong enough yet though."
Ange nodded softly, sadness creeping into her eyes.
Edith stood up.
"Rinse off. We'll dry up and...."
She stopped talking, and sighed.
"I am being selfish."
"No," Ange said quietly. "No, this is fine."
This is a trap, she told herself.
Edith stepped back, allowing Ange to rinse off her torso, and arms, and legs. She hesitated for a moment, before quickly placing her face under the shower stream. She backed away with a squeal of fright, eyes wide, and taking deep, gasping breaths.
Edith closed her eyes.
"What did they do to you," she whispered.
Ange swallowed, and hesitantly stepped forward again. She could still breathe.
She darted her face under the shower stream again, quickly. Each time, she took in deep breaths for several minutes, before darting under the stream again.
She stepped back, her face wet but rinsed free of soap. Her eyes were wide, and she was trembling.
Edith turned off the water, and placed her arms around Ange. Ange pressed in tightly against her. She sobbed, burying her face into Edith's cleavage.
"Sorry," she said between her tears.
"It's okay, love. We'll get past this together."
I am trapped. I cannot leave. I cannot go forward. I cannot go back.
Ange clung desperately to Edith. The one person who had shown genuine tenderness to her since she had arrived. She loved Edith. She knew it was wrong. She knew she would be betrayed. She could not stop the feeling.
--Day 50--
A new routine developed. Ange slept peacefully, and was woken up with tender kisses. She had eaten scrambled eggs for breakfast yesterday, and today was given an omelette with ham and cheese.
When she felt pain increase, Edith gave her a shot of the pain medication. She had only needed it three times so far.
And she and Edith kissed. They spent much of their time embracing naked, just relishing the feeling of skin on skin. Edith teased Ange, but always stopped short of giving her full pleasure. Telling her she was not quite strong enough yet.
They lay together on the bed. Edith held Ange from behind. They were pressed tightly together. Edith had one hand on her belly, the other idly caressing her breasts. Ange's eyes were closed. She felt comfortable, only occasionally groaning when Edith's fingertips brushed a firm, sensitive nipple.
Edith kissed the back of Ange's head.
"You're stronger."
"Yes. Thanks to you."
Edith kissed Ange's earlobe.
"I will give you better food for lunch."
Ange nodded, and shifted onto her back. She looked up adoringly at Edith, her hands grazing the doctor's cheeks.
"Love you," Ange whispered.
Edith smiled, leaning down close. Their lips met.
"Love you."
"Edith?"
"Yes, Ange?"
"Can I leave here? I mean, the prison."
Edith sighed.
"They still want their answers, Ange."
Ange closed her eyes.
"I can't give them."
Edith didn't say anything. Ange opened her eyes again.
"Edith?"
"I want to help you, Ange. I really, really do. I just don't see how I can get around this."
Ange stared up into her eyes for a moment.
"You too?" Ange whispered, her voice trembling.
"No Ange. Not me too. I'm not telling you you should give them what they want. I'm telling you that I can't see any way around it. The only other thing I could say would make you suspicious of me."
"What?"
"That if you tell them what they want, Gazelle has promised to let me have you."
"Have?"
"I'll be released from this job. You'll come with me. We'll go to London, and I'll start work for a hospital there, or set up my own office. You'll stay with me as my lover."
"Lover," Ange whispered.
"But you won't ever be able to be a spy again, Ange. They'll kill you if you try to contact your comrades."
"Comrades that will surely be dead, as I will have sold them out."
"You love them."
Ange nodded.
"Yes."
Edith sighed.
"I know it sounds like I'm trying to manipulate you, Ange. It's all I can do though. Tell them what they want, and they will let you leave with me."
Ange sat up slowly, and turned away from Edith. She glanced around the infirmary.
"How long?"
"What?"
"How long can you keep this going? When will Gazelle decide that you have failed, and that I am to be put back in my cell?"
Edith's arms wrapped around her midsection, her breasts pressed against Ange's back.
"I don't know, Ange. Probably not long."
Ange turned, pressing herself against Edith. She kissed her, and it was a deep, lingering kiss. Edith allowed herself to fall backward on the bed. Her hands slid down Ange's back, cupping her ass. Ange moaned into Edith's mouth, shifting her hips. Edith slid her hands along Ange's skin, a fingertip teasing her anus, grazing downward to her pussy.
Ange's eyes closed, and she shifted to allow Edith easier access.
Edith's fingers slid down her slit slowly, then back up.
"Turn," she whispered.
Ange glanced down at her, eyes wide and filled with desire. She eagerly turned around, and Edith guided her hips down. She kissed her inner thighs, nuzzling up along her leg, and guiding Ange's pussy down toward her lips.
Ange moaned, deeply and needily. She resisted the urge to push her hips down against Edith's face. Edith's tongue licked slowly along the outer folds of Ange's pussy, the tip of her tongue just barely sliding in.
Ange bent at the waist, leaning down toward Edith's body, and Edith spread her legs invitingly. Ange shivered, her tongue snaking out to tease at Edith's body. She nuzzled her face into Edith's nether hair, licking and running her fingers slowly along Edith's inner thighs.
Edith groaned, and pushed Ange's sex closer to her. Her tongue dipped inside, tasting the wet saltiness of Ange's fluids.
Ange moaned and shuddered, her thighs clamping around Edith's cheeks. Her eyes closed, and it took effort to continue to lick and finger Edith's pussy. She slid her own tongue into Edith's slit, tasting the older girl. She moaned again, nuzzling in close to her eagerly.
Ange gasped sharply when she felt Edith's tongue graze her clit. She shuddered, and pressed her hips down, back, mashing her sex against Edith's face. Edith nuzzled, licking, and suckling, and Ange was unable to hold back. She shuddered violently, crying out once as an intense orgasm washed over her. Edith continued licking her clit, nuzzling at her pussy with her entire face, and drawing out Ange's pleasure as long as she could.
Ange shuddered heavily, and panted. She swallowed heavily, and eagerly pressed her face against Edith's sex. She licked, and she nuzzled, the tip of her tongue grazing the hard growing nub of Edith's clit. She focused there, licking, suckling, nuzzling, until Edith shuddered as well. Her breathing hitched, and she moaned deeply, into Ange's cunt. Ange closed her eyes. She tried to focus on giving Edith pleasure, on letting her ride out her orgasm, but Ange's own pleasure was intensifying again. She shuddered, her breathing halted, and she cried out again as a fresh wave rocketed up her spine.
Ange panted again. She gasped for breath, and shifted, resting her cheek against Edith's thigh. Her nose, lips, and cheeks were drenched in Edith's juices.
Edith shuddered one last time, and shifted. She gasped for breath, nuzzling her cheek softly against Ange's thigh.
"You okay?" she asked.
Ange nodded, then realized the doctor couldn't see the gesture.
"Yes," she managed to say.
Edith laughed quietly.
"Was it good?"
"Yes," Ange whispered.
"I'm glad."
They lay like that for a few moments, before Ange shifted again, to lay down atop Edith. She leaned in close, then stopped.
Edith looked up at her with a grin of amusement.
"You're a mess," she teased.
Ange shrugged, and grinned.
"You are too," she said.
"Okay. Time for a shower."
Ange nodded. She was able to hold her face in the stream of the shower now. She still felt her stomach twist as she did so, but the fear was controllable. She could always pull back to breathe.
After the shower, Edith asked Ange to wear the dress. When she stepped back into the infirmary room, she was red-faced. The dress fit perfectly, even if Ange didn't quite feel right in it.
"Nice. Yes, very nice. You will need a wig for a while."
Ange smiled.
"I am used to wearing wigs."
Edith's eyebrows raised.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ange's face turned a shade more red.
"I... I mean...."
"Disguises, right?"
Ange nodded.
"Well. This isn't for that reason. It's so we can be in public together."
Ange blinked.
"Wait... you... you're taking me out?"
Edith sighed.
"I love you, Ange. I can't let you stay in here any longer."
Ange sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at her uncertainly.
"You want me to talk?"
Edith nodded.
"I want you to talk."
"I can't, Edith."
She sighed again., heavily.
"Ange, if you talk to them we can leave here together. You can have a good, decent life. We'll make love every night, and I'll pamper you. You won't have to feel pain any more. No more torture. No more secret missions. No more killing."
"But I have to sell out my friends."
They were silent for a moment.
"Do you love me, Ange?"
Ange laughed bitterly.
"Of course. And yet, you hold it against me."
"No, Ange. I don't hold that against you. You said it yourself though. Gazelle won't allow this to continue forever. If I can't make you talk to her, she will put you back in your cell."
"What will happen to you?"
"I don't know. I don't think she'll kill me. I'm still useful to them here."
Ange closed her eyes.
"Can I... can I think about it? Overnight. Just one more night. Tomorrow, I'll either talk, or have her take me away."
Edith was silent. Ange opened her eyes, and looked at her.
"Please?"
Edith nodded.
"Alright, love. I'll go get you some food."
Ange nodded.
Edith kissed her again, and stood up. She had dressed while Ange did, so she left to get Ange her lunch.
The young spy lay back on her bed. Her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes.
Dorothy and Beatrice were already dead. She decided to accept this as fact. Chise could escape. She knew she could. She only had to retreat to the Embassy.
That just left Ange. The real Ange. Princess Charlotte. What would happen to her? Would they torture her? Would they arrange for an unfortunate accident? Maybe Ange could plead with Gazelle, begging her to keep the Princess alive. The Duke of Normandy was Charlotte's uncle. Her uncle actually, but the Princess' now. She could beg to him. Plead to him. She could be kept out of the line of succession. Allowed to live a life of peace. Be kept out of politics and espionage.
Ange sighed softly.
I am betraying them, she thought. Dorothy and Beatrice may not be dead. If I name them, and they are captured, they'll experience what I have. And worse.
She had the brief image of Beatrice shackled to a table, as a prison guard viciously thrust tools into her throat mechanism. She shuddered.
I can't. I can't.
She had a pork cutlet for lunch, with gratin potatoes, and a bowl of chocolate pudding for dessert.
After eating, Edith took her by the hand, and led her to the other door. Ange put on blue, flat-heeled shoes, and hesitantly followed Edith out.
She took her out through a small office space. Out into the open air. There was a gentle, warm breeze. The sky above was clear blue, and the sun was warm on her face. Birds chirped. Edith led her down a path, and through a gate, into the courtyard. It was empty except for them.
Edith slipped an arm around Ange's waist, and Ange placed her hand on Edith's back. They strolled.
"It's a lovely day," Edith said quietly.
"Yes," Ange agreed.
"Imagine this. For the rest of your life. Freedom, with me. Away from the horrors you've lived until now."
Ange stopped, and Edith turned to her, embracing her.
"Think about it."
Ange nodded, embracing her, and nuzzling her face into Edith's chest.
"I do want that," Ange whispered quietly.
Edith kissed the top of her head.
"Talk to Gazelle," she whispered.
Ange stiffened. She looked up into Edith's eyes.
"I cannot decide," she said.
"But you do want a life with me?"
Ange nodded. "I do, but I do not want to betray my comrades."
"Your comrades. I understand Ange. I actually do. You feel loyalty to them."
"Yes."
Edith sighed. "If I say any more, you'll hate and mistrust me."
"No," Ange said. "No, I can tell that you are different."
Edith stared into Ange's eyes for a long moment.
"But that isn't enough?"
"I can't easily betray them. Not even for you."
"Easily?"
Ange sighed. "I am so very tempted. That's the one thought that keeps me from agreeing. I cannot help but see them in the places I have been. Feeling the pain that I have felt. I don't want that to happen."
Edith leaned in and kissed Ange's lips.
"You will never have to know what they feel."
"I will always know what they feel," Ange whispered.
They stood there for a few more minutes, until they heard a door open. They turned, and saw Gazelle Flint walk out into the courtyard. She approached them slowly.
"Ange le Carré, I truly am sorry for what I have done to you."
"Are you," Ange said bitterly.
Gazelle frowned.
"Edith is being truthful with you. It's already arranged. You and she will leave for London, with a generous stipend to set up in an apartment. I am confident that Edith can find a position in medicine easily. You could even work if you wished."
Ange glanced at Edith.
"I cannot decide yet. I thought that I would have until tomorrow to decide."
"Yes," Gazelle sighed. "Yes, you have."
Ange pulled back from Edith, and turned to face Gazelle.
"If I say yes, I do not do so for you."
Gazelle smiled, and shrugged.
"I wouldn't expect that you would."
Ange stared at her for another moment, then turned back to Edith, taking her hands.
"I believe that I need to sit and think."
"Yes, of course my love."
They turned and strolled back to the gate, and up the path to the infirmary.
Ange sat on her bed, and Edith kissed her forehead before leaving.
"I'll bring dinner in a bit."
Ange nodded.
When Edith left, she lay back down on her bed and closed her eyes.
I am trapped. If I say yes my friends die horribly. If I say no, I am thrown back into my cell, where I will die slowly. I cannot win. I have already lost. I am unable to escape this trap.
Ange shivered. She sobbed. She bawled. At some point or another, she fell asleep.
Some time later, Ange felt a gentle hand caress her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up into Edith's eyes.
"You've been crying?"
Ange shrugged, sitting up slowly.
"Thinking."
"Is it that difficult to decide?"
Ange looked at her with a frown.
"I must choose between my pain and their pain."
Edith shrugged again.
"Dinner is ready. Put aside those thoughts for a moment."
Ange paused for a moment, then nodded. When Edith reached out, Ange took her hand, and stood up. Edith led her out into the short hallway, and to one of the doors that had been locked before. Edith opened it, and inside Ange saw that a table had been set up. A candle sat in the middle, providing subdued light.
Ange couldn't help but smile, and blink. She tried to hold back tears.
"Sit," Edith said after kissing her cheek.
Ange nodded, and walked over to the table. Edith disappeared, and Ange sat with a soft sigh.
I am in love, she told herself. I love Edith. Do I choose Edith over Princess?
Edith returned with a tray. It held two bowls, a pair of wine classes, and a bottle of nice red wine.
The bowl she placed in front of Ange held an uncomplicated salad: lettuce, diced carrot and onion, and slices of cucumber.
Ange glanced at the bowl dubiously, and Edith laughed.
"First course, silly."
Ange's eyes went wide, and she nodded.
"Yes. Of course."
Edith poured two glasses of wine, and lifted hers. Ange lifted hers as well.
"To us," Edith said.
Ange looked at her wine glass for just a moment.
"To us," she repeated, and tapped her glass to Edith's.
After Ange had eaten her salad, Edith darted out of her seat. Ange watched her leave, and again sighed.
Edith is sweet, and kind, and gentle. I can not refuse her. And yet, I cannot throw away what I have waited and suffered so long to build. Can I?
Edith returned with another tray. This held plates filled with roasted beef, and potatoes, and carrots, and brown gravy. Much like the meal Gazelle taunted her with. This meal was set before her. Edith didn't taunt or tease her. As Ange ate, Edith watched with a growing smile.
"Good?"
Ange nodded, chewing a bit of beef.
"I'm glad. I made it, you know."
Ange swallowed.
"I fail to understand how you found the time."
Edith speared a potato, and lifted it. "For you, I made the time."
Ange looked at her wide-eyed. Edith grinned, and ate her potato.
Again, when Ange had finished eating, Edith disappeared again.
A life with Edith is one of peace and quiet. There is no question that I would be happy. A life with Princess is one of chaos and pain. And yet, there has been no question. I have been happy. If I choose Edith, Princess does not become Queen. Probably. I will have betrayed her, and the others. Will I care? Will I forget them in time?
Edith returned yet again. This time, the tray held a cake with white icing.
Ange gaped in surprise.
"You... you baked a cake?"
Edith set it down on the table, with a sheepish shrug.
"I actually bought this."
Ange blinked.
"Still. A cake?"
"To celebrate us, dear."
"I have not decided anything."
Edith shrugged.
"There's still an us, Ange."
She leaned over and kissed Ange's forehead.
"I love you, Ange le Carré. Whatever decision you make, I will forever treasure our time together."
Ange didn't know what to say.
After they had finished eating, Edith blew out the candle, took Ange's hand, and they went to the infirmary room together. They kissed, and slipped off one another's dress, made love, and cuddled up together as night fell.
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