My Only Love, chapter 2
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scripsiTitle: My Only Love
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1195
Chapters: 2/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
At first Sophie was at loss on how to get to know Monsieur de Varade. He did not frequent the salons and dances she enjoyed, and it would be suspicious if she suddenly changed her life. Even if she had been away, those who knew her would notice and remark upon it. As best as she could she studied him and his habits and found he went to the chapel every morning. There was her opening as Sophie had the same daily habit. She prayed for her mother’s soul, and now also for the well-being of Henriette and Madame Marchal. And she prayed for Fabien. At the moment it was fashionable to appear pious at court, but Sophie had always sought to visit to the chapel at times where few others came there. And so did Monsieur de Varade. Much more a creature of regular habits than she was, he went to the chapel at the same time every day. Sophie carefully orchestrated her own visits so they often, but not always overlapped with his. She did not approach him, or even acknowledge his presence. Fabien had not given her a time limit, and she didn’t want to hurry. But she saw he noticed her, and one day he was waiting for her when she left.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont? I’m not sure you remember, but we were presented at a concert last month.”
“Of course I do, Monsieur de Varade.”
“I don’t want to seem forward. But I often see you here, and I find it very inspiring to see devoutness in a young lady like you.”
Sophie answered truthfully. “I find praying the best cure for a troubled mind.”
“I can’t imagine you have many troubles, Mademoiselle.”
Sophie had wondered if Fabien’s instinct for once was wrong when it came to Monsieur de Varade, who seemed so unremarkable, but now she thought he was right after all. Monsieur de Varade was prying, and he was not even subtle about it. She was suddenly very glad she had decided to only be herself in her dealings with him.
Now she smiled shyly and said that she had been doing this for years, and perhaps this was why she had so few worries. With a certain satisfaction she could see her smile take effect; Monsieur de Varade grew a little pink on the cheeks and asked if she would care to take a stroll in the garden before returning to the palace.
In the following weeks Sophie often took walks with Monsieur Varade. She took care to not always come to the chapel when he did, but on those days he always waited for her to escort her back with a detour through the garden. He was not an interesting man, in Sophie’s opinion. Born in a good family but with little money he actually was what she pretended to be, and his rise in Colbert’s administration was more due to hard work than family connections. Sophie had learned a long time ago that the best way to seem interested in a subject was to pay close attention to it. The most boring topic became more engaging if one knew a little about it, and everyone appreciated a good listener. At court, where everyone was preoccupied on how others saw them, people often only talked without ever bothering to listen.
Monsieur de Varade said nothing which sounded suspicious to Sophie, but there were silences which told her there were things he didn’t say. She was sure he left openings on purpose to see if she would try to find out more, but she blithely ignored them, and, little by little he stopped baiting her. He was too poor and bland-looking to get much attention from the ladies at court, and Sophie could tell he felt both proud and a bit self-conscious to be seen in her company. He never tried to take advantage of her, but she still thought she was correct in thinking he was falling for her. She had not, however, thought he would propose.
“I have long wondered how you, Mademoiselle de Clermont seems satisfied with my company. A young woman like you; so beautiful, so accomplished, so virtuous, should have scores of gentlemen vying for your hand.”
Sophie laughed. “I have no dowry. Didn’t you know a girl with money is always much more accomplished than a girl without? And I enjoy our walks, Monsieur de Varade; not every man at court has your fine manners.”
“I’m not rich, but that is likely to change. I need to go away, quite soon, and hopefully it will mean my circumstances will change.
Sophie watched him with a certain interest. He usually sounded very composed, but now he appeared to be nervous. He suddenly took her hand.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont, if my plans works, I could offer you a good name, and a life without financial worries. I don’t care if you have no money. But it would mean you would have to leave Versailles.”
“I don’t know what to say, Monsieur.”
“I know, it’s sudden. I had thought I would have a little more time, but… Anyway, I will leave in two days time. Perhaps you could consider my offer and have an answer for me before I leave?”
“I have done what you wanted of me,” Sophie told Fabien later. “Monsieur de Varade loves me.”
She recounted what he had told her, and also that he was going to leave Versailles.
“What do you want me to do now?”
“Nothing. Meets him as you have planned. Gracefully refuse him, but not at once. Take a walk in the gardens first.”
When she was leaving, Fabien suddenly called her back.
“And you? What are your feelings for him; are they mutual?”
Sophie stared at Fabien in incomprehension. “You have noticed he is a very dull man, haven’t you? And I still don’t understand why you wanted me to do this.”
He waved her away.
”A simple precaution”
She waited for him to say more but Fabien said nothing else, and Sophie left feeling annoyed with his continued refusal to explain her assignment to her.
Mindful of her orders, Sophie allowed Monsieur de Varade to walk a little further from the palace than she usually allowed. She knew something was about to happen, though she did not know what, but she was not completely surprised when they were suddenly surrounded by musketeers. Sophie heard Fabien before she saw him.
“Seize him.”
Monsieur de Varade was pulled from her side, his face first surprised, then she saw a brief flash of fear before he looked angry and struggled a little, before he calmed down.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont must be allowed to leave,” he said to Fabien who looked at Sophie as if he didn't know her.
“No.” He nodded to one of his men. “Take the girl too.”
He turned and left, followed with the men holding Monsieur de Varade.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Sophie asked the musketeer who approached her, but he didn’t answer. To her relief he didn’t touch her, merely walked by her side to escort her back to the palace.
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1195
Chapters: 2/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
At first Sophie was at loss on how to get to know Monsieur de Varade. He did not frequent the salons and dances she enjoyed, and it would be suspicious if she suddenly changed her life. Even if she had been away, those who knew her would notice and remark upon it. As best as she could she studied him and his habits and found he went to the chapel every morning. There was her opening as Sophie had the same daily habit. She prayed for her mother’s soul, and now also for the well-being of Henriette and Madame Marchal. And she prayed for Fabien. At the moment it was fashionable to appear pious at court, but Sophie had always sought to visit to the chapel at times where few others came there. And so did Monsieur de Varade. Much more a creature of regular habits than she was, he went to the chapel at the same time every day. Sophie carefully orchestrated her own visits so they often, but not always overlapped with his. She did not approach him, or even acknowledge his presence. Fabien had not given her a time limit, and she didn’t want to hurry. But she saw he noticed her, and one day he was waiting for her when she left.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont? I’m not sure you remember, but we were presented at a concert last month.”
“Of course I do, Monsieur de Varade.”
“I don’t want to seem forward. But I often see you here, and I find it very inspiring to see devoutness in a young lady like you.”
Sophie answered truthfully. “I find praying the best cure for a troubled mind.”
“I can’t imagine you have many troubles, Mademoiselle.”
Sophie had wondered if Fabien’s instinct for once was wrong when it came to Monsieur de Varade, who seemed so unremarkable, but now she thought he was right after all. Monsieur de Varade was prying, and he was not even subtle about it. She was suddenly very glad she had decided to only be herself in her dealings with him.
Now she smiled shyly and said that she had been doing this for years, and perhaps this was why she had so few worries. With a certain satisfaction she could see her smile take effect; Monsieur de Varade grew a little pink on the cheeks and asked if she would care to take a stroll in the garden before returning to the palace.
In the following weeks Sophie often took walks with Monsieur Varade. She took care to not always come to the chapel when he did, but on those days he always waited for her to escort her back with a detour through the garden. He was not an interesting man, in Sophie’s opinion. Born in a good family but with little money he actually was what she pretended to be, and his rise in Colbert’s administration was more due to hard work than family connections. Sophie had learned a long time ago that the best way to seem interested in a subject was to pay close attention to it. The most boring topic became more engaging if one knew a little about it, and everyone appreciated a good listener. At court, where everyone was preoccupied on how others saw them, people often only talked without ever bothering to listen.
Monsieur de Varade said nothing which sounded suspicious to Sophie, but there were silences which told her there were things he didn’t say. She was sure he left openings on purpose to see if she would try to find out more, but she blithely ignored them, and, little by little he stopped baiting her. He was too poor and bland-looking to get much attention from the ladies at court, and Sophie could tell he felt both proud and a bit self-conscious to be seen in her company. He never tried to take advantage of her, but she still thought she was correct in thinking he was falling for her. She had not, however, thought he would propose.
“I have long wondered how you, Mademoiselle de Clermont seems satisfied with my company. A young woman like you; so beautiful, so accomplished, so virtuous, should have scores of gentlemen vying for your hand.”
Sophie laughed. “I have no dowry. Didn’t you know a girl with money is always much more accomplished than a girl without? And I enjoy our walks, Monsieur de Varade; not every man at court has your fine manners.”
“I’m not rich, but that is likely to change. I need to go away, quite soon, and hopefully it will mean my circumstances will change.
Sophie watched him with a certain interest. He usually sounded very composed, but now he appeared to be nervous. He suddenly took her hand.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont, if my plans works, I could offer you a good name, and a life without financial worries. I don’t care if you have no money. But it would mean you would have to leave Versailles.”
“I don’t know what to say, Monsieur.”
“I know, it’s sudden. I had thought I would have a little more time, but… Anyway, I will leave in two days time. Perhaps you could consider my offer and have an answer for me before I leave?”
“I have done what you wanted of me,” Sophie told Fabien later. “Monsieur de Varade loves me.”
She recounted what he had told her, and also that he was going to leave Versailles.
“What do you want me to do now?”
“Nothing. Meets him as you have planned. Gracefully refuse him, but not at once. Take a walk in the gardens first.”
When she was leaving, Fabien suddenly called her back.
“And you? What are your feelings for him; are they mutual?”
Sophie stared at Fabien in incomprehension. “You have noticed he is a very dull man, haven’t you? And I still don’t understand why you wanted me to do this.”
He waved her away.
”A simple precaution”
She waited for him to say more but Fabien said nothing else, and Sophie left feeling annoyed with his continued refusal to explain her assignment to her.
Mindful of her orders, Sophie allowed Monsieur de Varade to walk a little further from the palace than she usually allowed. She knew something was about to happen, though she did not know what, but she was not completely surprised when they were suddenly surrounded by musketeers. Sophie heard Fabien before she saw him.
“Seize him.”
Monsieur de Varade was pulled from her side, his face first surprised, then she saw a brief flash of fear before he looked angry and struggled a little, before he calmed down.
“Mademoiselle de Clermont must be allowed to leave,” he said to Fabien who looked at Sophie as if he didn't know her.
“No.” He nodded to one of his men. “Take the girl too.”
He turned and left, followed with the men holding Monsieur de Varade.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Sophie asked the musketeer who approached her, but he didn’t answer. To her relief he didn’t touch her, merely walked by her side to escort her back to the palace.
