mute_pen | forgotten

It's past dark, but when you need the outhouse, you need the outhouse.

Isabel picks her way across the yard of her father's house in the moonlight, hoping to sneak back into bed without waking him.

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pythbox

It is mostly delicious and entirely expensive.

The Baron also doesn't seem inclined to make conversation over dinner.

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mute_pen

This is reasonably likely to be the pleasantest part of the whole evening. Etty makes sure she's got enough food in her to last, and then slows down but diligently continues to interact with her meal.

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pythbox

Eventually, the Baron finishes eating. He claps his hands sharply, and the remaining dishes clear themselves; then he stands and offers Etty his arm again.

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mute_pen

She gets up.

She accepts the offered arm.

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pythbox

He nods approvingly.

"You see, my swan, it is so much better when you keep to your place."

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mute_pen

Etty ducks her head in a manner that could be interpreted as acknowledgment.

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pythbox

He smiles.

And leads her up a different tower than the one she visited before.

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mute_pen

She follows him.

One of her bare feet slips on the step and she stumbles.

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pythbox

He catches her, holding her steady with his hands on her shoulders.

"You must be more careful, my swan," he murmurs.

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mute_pen

Etty gulps, and nods, and replaces her feet where they are meant to go.

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pythbox

He keeps walking, now with more of his attention on where she puts her feet.

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mute_pen

She doesn't fall again on the way up.

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pythbox

In that case, they reach his rooms without incident.

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mute_pen

Etty is not a perfect actress.

She drags her feet a little, as they go.

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pythbox

The Baron frowns.

"Are you shy tonight, my swan?"

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mute_pen

"Shy?"

Her skin is crawling, she wants to hide in a closet somewhere forever, and neither person in this room knows her name.

Perhaps this adds up to "shy".

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pythbox

He closes the door.

"There's no call to be nervous," he says, putting his arm around her shoulders and steering her toward the bed. "You'll do just fine."

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mute_pen

"I - I -"

What was her plan if she found herself trapped in a situation where she had to actually marry? She didn't have a good one, really, mostly she'd been hoping desperately for Carl to live to be a hundred. Some combination of feigned illness and unfeigned foul temper and - possibly, if she were very, very lucky - telling the truth. She supposes.

She is not lucky.

Technically her strategy calls for letting him do as he likes - it will least interfere with trying to put him off in this way or that, later, and give her a baseline by which to judge her success or failure - but -

"Not - not tonight - please?" she squeaks.

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pythbox

"Shhhh," says the Baron.

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mute_pen

"Please," breathes Etty.

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pythbox

"Shhhh, my swan."

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mute_pen

She is not a good enough actress to be his swan according to plan right now.

She hugs herself and bows her head and weeps.

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pythbox

The Baron... does not let that stop him.

He is gentle, but he is not kind. He doesn't seem to expect that she get anything out of it. When he is finished, he kisses her and calls her his swan again and goes to sleep, ignoring her completely.

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mute_pen

Etty lies still for a minute, paralyzed, and then she gets up and she grabs her dress from where it's crumpled on the floor and she clutches it to her chest and she runs, out the door, down the hall, down the stairs -

She slips.

She falls.

She tumbles and she lands and something breaks and she chokes out a sob.