What would have happened if Danielle ran away after the Masque?
Danielle held up her dress and ran underneath the pouring rain. How could she be so blind? A fish and a bird could never be together, even if the fish had wings. Henry was born to privilege and with that came specific obligations. Danielle was born to servitude, and with that came specific limitations. What had happened with her and Henry was an amazing dream, now it was time to wake up into the nightmare that her life was. How she wished that she never had to wake up. She loved him with every all her heart. She belonged to him and was only truly happy around him. She closed her eyes and remember the events of the night before which contrasted so much with the ones she was living today. Why though, did she have to accept this as her reality? For eight years she had been amazingly happy. Was she really destined to be miserable? Henry hated his cage, Danielle hated the impotence her social status gave her. However, things were destined to change. This experience had not only taught her how to love, Danielle had an epiphany. If the Prince of France could fall in love with her, a servant, because she knew he loved her although she had lied, why couldn't she forge her own future? As she sat on the step, her own tears mixing with the rainfall, she saw a bolt of thunder appear on the South. Well, Danielle was not someone who usually acted on impulses or even believed in signs. This was for her, however, a sign of God to her. As she slowly stood up, a sudden burst of wind pushed her garments backgrounds while in her mind she knew that was where she was destined to go.
As he looked towards the South, thunder lighted the sky. "That's where my wife will come from," he told himself. He looked down once more at the shoe that still stood on the wall. "Then you don't deserve her." Leonardo's words kept playing in his mind as he tried to push all the memories about Nicole, well Danielle, back infurther. Why had this happened to him? Finally, here he was, thinking that his life had a meaning; that he had found someone to love his life with. But no, God had slapped him on the face once again. Or had he? Henry recalled the events of the night and heard Danielle's voice saying to him "I have to speak to you." He swallowed hard realizing that part of this was brought upon by, well, himself. Of course, Danielle had lied to him. How dare she lie to the Prince of France? Did she really think he'd never find out? But then again, what's in a name? Be it Nicole or Danielle, he still loved her and longed for her with every fiber of his being. No one could pretend to feel all that passion for so many things. That had been the real Danielle, not Nicole, who he had fallen in love with. And she had loved him too. When she looked into his eyes, he felt complete. As if there was no where else in the entire universe where he'd rather be. She completed him, he needed her and that made him upset. He could never forgive her, not now. He would marry Isabel. That was that. He would learn how to love her and forget Danielle. He was born to privilege and with that came specific obligations.
Danielle held up her dress and ran underneath the pouring rain. How could she be so blind? A fish and a bird could never be together, even if the fish had wings. Henry was born to privilege and with that came specific obligations. Danielle was born to servitude, and with that came specific limitations. What had happened with her and Henry was an amazing dream, now it was time to wake up into the nightmare that her life was. How she wished that she never had to wake up. She loved him with every all her heart. She belonged to him and was only truly happy around him. She closed her eyes and remember the events of the night before which contrasted so much with the ones she was living today. Why though, did she have to accept this as her reality? For eight years she had been amazingly happy. Was she really destined to be miserable? Henry hated his cage, Danielle hated the impotence her social status gave her. However, things were destined to change. This experience had not only taught her how to love, Danielle had an epiphany. If the Prince of France could fall in love with her, a servant, because she knew he loved her although she had lied, why couldn't she forge her own future? As she sat on the step, her own tears mixing with the rainfall, she saw a bolt of thunder appear on the South. Well, Danielle was not someone who usually acted on impulses or even believed in signs. This was for her, however, a sign of God to her. As she slowly stood up, a sudden burst of wind pushed her garments backgrounds while in her mind she knew that was where she was destined to go.
As he looked towards the South, thunder lighted the sky. "That's where my wife will come from," he told himself. He looked down once more at the shoe that still stood on the wall. "Then you don't deserve her." Leonardo's words kept playing in his mind as he tried to push all the memories about Nicole, well Danielle, back infurther. Why had this happened to him? Finally, here he was, thinking that his life had a meaning; that he had found someone to love his life with. But no, God had slapped him on the face once again. Or had he? Henry recalled the events of the night and heard Danielle's voice saying to him "I have to speak to you." He swallowed hard realizing that part of this was brought upon by, well, himself. Of course, Danielle had lied to him. How dare she lie to the Prince of France? Did she really think he'd never find out? But then again, what's in a name? Be it Nicole or Danielle, he still loved her and longed for her with every fiber of his being. No one could pretend to feel all that passion for so many things. That had been the real Danielle, not Nicole, who he had fallen in love with. And she had loved him too. When she looked into his eyes, he felt complete. As if there was no where else in the entire universe where he'd rather be. She completed him, he needed her and that made him upset. He could never forgive her, not now. He would marry Isabel. That was that. He would learn how to love her and forget Danielle. He was born to privilege and with that came specific obligations.