𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 [Lyney x reader]

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“In my love story”

“Dearest, it is just a rehearsal, why must you go all out” a woman’s voice spoke as you finished performing. “Yes but I have an audience!” you exclaimed, smiling widely as Genevive looked at you with confusion, “Aunt Genevive, I have to let the audience feel what I’m feeling, what would be the point of performing when it is boring” you said, walking closer to the woman,

“Yes I know it is just a mere rehearsal but tomorrow will be the biggest party! people from all over the nation will be there to hear me,” you exclaimed, It was the biggest party that your mother has ever hosted, “Oh spare me with your nonsense, my dear niece, we must get you ready now,” Genevive spoke, taking your arm and dragging you out.

“Mama!” you said, passing by your mother, she was dressed in a light green dress, head to toe with glistening jewels. “Oh my sweet flower, where is your dearest aunt taking you this time?” your mother questioned, softly chuckling.

“Sister, I am taking your daughter to get ready for bed! Now where will you be going?” Genevive answered, crossing her arms as her sister continued to chuckle, “Dearest sister, my husband is taking me to dinner, I must go now, please do take care of her” your mother said, caressing your cheek before walking away.

“Off to bed now, (Y/n), you have a big day tomorrow, you wouldn’t want to be late” Genevive said as she slowly closed your door. You wondered if tomorrow will go as planned.

As the sun rose, you felt the radiance of the sun hit your face, “(Y/n), you better wake up” a familiar voice spoke. “Mm…5 more minutes” you said, turning to your side, all of a sudden you feel the cold hit your skin, “I said, wake up” Genevive scolded, taking the blanket off your body.

You rushed to the doors of the ballroom, “Now presenting, the moon of th (L/n) family! Lady (Y/n) (L/n)!” a blinding light showed through the doors as they opened.

You walked to the stage, standing right in front of a hundred people, a familiar tune being played by the orchestra.

“ A soul in woe“

“He lives though hardly speaks”

“He waits for her In front of this photo of way back when”

“He, he’s not a fool”

“He believes in it, that is all“

“He sees her universally,”

“A rose in the hand”

“Apart from her, he await nothing”

“Nothing around him has any meaning”

“And the air is muddy,”

“His stare, distant”

“He is alone, he mostly talks to her”

“He, he’s not a fool”

“He lovers her, that’s all”

The sound of applause erupted from the audience as you finished singing, a weight finally left your shoulders. You walked off stage, to see Genevive with a frown.

“Aunt Genevive, what is the matter?” You asked, you felt a sudden pang in your chest as you heard her words

“Your mother is missing…”

Tears streamed down your face as you ran to the garden, the quiet garden. Sitting down on a bench you felt your cheeks warm up as you struggled to breathe.

“Madam?” A male called out, your hands trembling as you looked up,

his amethyst eyes glistening under the moon’s light. “Madam, are you alright?” He asked, walking closer to you, slowly handing a handkerchief, wiping away the tears, “Thank you monsieur…?”

“Soleil, you may just call me Soleil” he smiled, as the moonlight shined brighter at him, you could see his features more. Platinum white hair, a black mask, and a charming smile.

“Thank you, Monsieur Soleil” you muttered, making him smile even more.

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09/22/2023