"Isabelle, or the ghost of Basil" (11)

Isabelle arranged her flowing dress neatly, and sat down at her desk.

She selected her favourite quill and smiled serenely at the blank parchment in front of her.

Dipping the quill in the inkpot she started:

'My Esteemed Lord" she wrote

'It is now almost six months since I have set eyes upon my handsome Prince Pedro - hoe gallant you are, but how I long for you to once more hold me in your arms and smother me with your dark kisses!'

She like the use of the word 'dark'. Pedro was indeed a dark and handsome Prince among lesser men. He was tall. He had lustrous black curly hair, and eyes that were burning coals set in his rugged, manly face. A dueling scar ran down his right cheek; the imperfection made him more attractive to her, not less.

Isabelle moaned gently to herself; how Pedro had won her heart only last year then had to go away to 'The Americas' had turned her once healthy olive skin an almost dull grey. She pined for her Pedro - and spurned all other suitors who called for her at the castle of her Uncle, the King of Spain.

Maria Isabella del Orteges was a beautiful young woman. She was also well educated and would make any man a proud husband.

Pedro worked hard in South America to win both fortune and fame. He prized gold from the hands of dying Inca priests and cared nothing for them. His burning ambition was to return to Spain both a hero and a wealthy man and to take Isabelle for his bride.

Six months had passed. He led his small party of twenty men far up into the mountains. They encountered little resistance; and what resistance they encountered they put down with ruthless efficiency.

'My darling Prince' Isabelle wrote:

'You MUST come to me......my heart is pining for you!'

Eighteen months after she had last seen Pedro his ship sailed in. The voyage had been a huge success; beyond Pedro's wildest dreams. The King of Spain would surely grant him the hand of his most favoured neice!

The ship sailed in. Pedro was on board; however, he was not a happy man. He lay on the bunk in his cabin. He'd stayed awake the last night. He'd stayed conscious until he heard the cry:

'Land Ahead!'

The sweat cooled on his brow. His breathing slowed. A gasp fell from his dried lips.

Pedro had made his fortune, but at a terrible price. Some tropical disease had laid him low and incumbated on the long passage home.

Isabella screamed when she heard the news.

Her Prince was dead!

Now her ghost roams the old castle of that long-dead King of Spain:

'Smother me with your kisses' she moans............

sad,sad,sad...

Dear rusty,please-would you write some more optimistic storywith these characters,please:
He -retired teacher/Professor at the University before/-hobbies- from riding his Harley Davidson to be lost in his own library.Keen on producing his own tomatoes lately ..
She-onkosurgeon,still working,hobbies- from Cinema,where Dolbi -system escapes her from loneliness to Internet surfing...
Place -Texas,theme- you shoose..
Please

sad,sad,sad...

Dear rusty,please-would you write some more optimistic storywith these characters,please:
He -retired teacher/Professor at the University before/-hobbies- from riding his Harley Davidson to be lost in his own library.Keen on producing his own tomatoes lately ..
She-onkosurgeon,still working,hobbies- from Cinema,where Dolbi -system escapes her from loneliness to Internet surfing...
Place -Texas,theme- you shoose..
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choose/sorry/

I'll try!

I liked it too. Romantic, although sad...

That's me!

1.) Romanance

2.) Seduction

3.) Regret

4.) Fake death to escape!


sorry - that wasn't nice......just joking!

Sure?...

I've only faked 'le petit mort' before!