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This is a horrible tragedy about two people who are in the deepest love that could not be even deeper then Romeo and Juliet. Even deeper then the most deepest bond of doves. Even deeper then they love themselves. Each person a single puzzle piece that fits with the other. When their love is combined, no one can stop them from destroying the world! Or so we thought...

†† Chapter 1 The Women ††

There she was, looking at a beautiful embroidered, white-lined, black, opera dress. It was beautifully designed to get any man as close to her as she wanted. So, she didn't wear it. Most women would have loved to be this dutchess with her beautiful thin face, pixy nose, long raven hair, and eyes of brown that could peirce the soul with one look. Her long flowing body reminded most men that when she moved, they better keep their rotton thoughts to themselves, or they might not ever see this lustrious thing again. These uptight nobodys thought that she, not wearing the most beautiful clothes was a disgrace.
The reason that she did not wear this dress was because this women is no ordinary house wife who loves to spy on other men besides her own, and sleep with them. No, not any ordinary women of the Kingdom who loves to gossip about the most horrible things. No, I say, this women was like no other in the world. This women thought those "fair laydies" needed to be tought a lesson.
You see, this occation was utterly discusting to this this women. She would rather just sit at home and listen to her hired musician play tunes, and read a book of lore. But, she had no one to take care of her for the longest time and was lonely. For she was almost thirty and had no husband, and needed to attend this event for such matters.

†† Chapter 2 The Gentileman ††

As he looked at himself in the mirror, fixing the collar of his coat, he realized that his short, mop of blonde hair needed to be aquainted with the bush once more, before he was to exit his cottage, and then walk down to the forest, where he would attend a very fine ball. He fixed his thin hair, and inspected himself, so that every inch of his awkward body would be suitable for the lady of his choise. He closely examined his pale, round face, his broad nose, his shockingly, green eyes, and his hansome, pouty lips.


Reader's Note: THIS STORY IS NOT DONE!