+Author's Note

"YOU WILL CURSE THE DAY YOU DID NOT DOOOOO..!! ALL THAT THE FANDOM ASKED OF YOUUUUU-!!!!"

RED Spy is Laurent, BLU Spy is Triston. Video above!

"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion!
Basking in your glory;
Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"

His voice roared throughout your room, loud as thunder and yet soft as the rain.

Laurent angrily strode fowards, and ripped the bouquet of flowers out of your hands, throwing them across the room; sending pedals flying everywhere.

"How dare he?!"

You slowly held Laurent from behind, calming your furious husband. You felt his chest heaving with his deep breath.

You burried your face into his back, and purred,

"Come, calm yourself"

Laurent gave a snarl as he turned from your embrace and threw a bottle of wine at a tall mirror; the glass shards flew, the golden frame shattering from the impact. Wine ran down through the cracks of the like freshly spilt blood.

"Laurent.."

You glided fowards in your white night gown, taking his hands into yours.

"Love, he won't ever have the pleasure of having my affection. He won't ever have me, you won't need to worry about Tris-"

Laurent pulled you into his chest, and held you tightly as he laid a single finger against your lips, silencing you.

"His name need not pass your lips mon amour"

He kissed you passionately, his fingers running through your (Y/n) hair. He slowly pulled away, but his eyes were locked onto yours.

"I will be back pétit, for now, I want 'ou to stay away from 'our drawing room"

He walked out of the room, leaving you standing alone in your favorite room.

It pained you to stay away from it, but you knew it was for the best. A gentle knock was heard behind you, and a small scullery maid peeped in.

"Mistress, I heard a crash and have waited for the master to leave. Is there any pro-"

The maid looked in and gasped.

(Y/n)'s drawing room was now completely covered in giant bouquets of flowers, unwrapped boxes of gifts piled onto every surface. Golden ornaments of jewelry, ivory carved statues, and small packets of Indian incense with pearls of all shades of color were littered about.

Moonlight streamed into the room, and the entire space seemed to glow with a soft luminescent light, creating a beautiful, yet eerie effect.

The maid gave a frightened gaze.

"Mistress, are these.."

You nodded.

"Yes, they're all from Triston"

The maid gave a solemn nod, and took a long look around the room.

"But how did he manage to get all these in? Oh no wonder the master was in such a rage! Mistress, it's best you leave this room at once!"

You gave a sigh.

"Oh Sophie, you know how fond I am of this room.. it seems such a waste to simply leave.."

"Mistress please! Surely you wouldn't push the Master's rage!"

You gave a tinkling laugh, full of mirth.

"It's not I he is angry with, 'tis my admirer!"

Sophie gave a groan.

"Mistress, please!"

You laughed again, but agreed. Leaving the room with Sophie, a figure emmerged from the shadows of the dark room; watching you from afar.

+++

Triston had always followed you from the start of your relationship with Laurent. Constantly wooing you behind Laurent's back, you've always turned him away, but he never stopped.

Not even your marriage could sway him.

Another night had passed, and Laurent went out to find more people to secure your mansion. While he was out, you sat alone in your bedroom, reading a book by candle light.

Mildly annoyed that you could no longer go to your drawing room, you still made the best of it as you propped yourself up with velvet pillows, with embroidery of ivy and flowers stiched upon them. Silk sheets laid beneath you, it's creases flowing like milk, and it was soft as rose petals.

The bed's golden frames shined with candle light, and the tapestry hung from the high frames around your bed lavishly like a Persian palace.

You were deeply immersed in your book when the candle's light suddenly went out.

In the place of the warm flickering light was only a ribbon of smoke; and your room was engulfed in the quiet of the night, with moonlight the only source of your sight.

You put your book down, and frowned as you slowly advanced towards the window.

"Triston"

And there he was, emmerging from the shadows with a smirk.

He looked similar to your husband, but he was much more sallow, with brown hair and cold black eyes.

"Mon amour, 'ow nice it is to see 'ou again"

Holding your head up haughtily, you turned from the open window. Triston would not have you leaving, and instead grasped your wrists.

"(Y/n) my love, it pains me to see 'ou turn away from me"

He forced you back, making you look up in anger; which earned a laugh from your stalker.

"See 'ow 'our husband leaves 'ou here! Cold and alone to find people to protect 'ou from me, when in fact I stand here before 'ou!"

Enough was enough. Your hand raised high to slap Triston, only to find both your wrists were now being held in his grasp.

You spat in his face, hair running wild behind you, your night gown flowing.

"How dare you! You, his own friend!"

Triston gave a bitter smile, and leaned in.

"Mon amour, I told 'ou. Nothing will stop me from chasing 'ou..."

Just then, a bang of a door echoed through the room. Laurent stood in the doorway, a revolver in his hand.

"Perhaps I can change zhat!"

Laurent shot twice at Triston, burning holes into his shoulder blades, blood splattered over your face as Triston gasped.

But that didn't stop him. A hidden blade unsheathed itself from Triston's pocket, gleaming in the moonlight.

"She's MINE!!!"

Triston lunged forwards, Laurent quickly whipped out a blade of his own, and countered his attacker's swift moves.

"I should 'ave killed 'ou from zhe start! I let compassion rob me blind, letting you live for old time's sake. And now I pay zhe price!" Snarled Laurent.

Triston laughed, gracefully dodging the blade.

"'Ou always were zhe weaker one! (Y/n) would be safer with me!"

Gritting his teeth, Laurent stabbed Triston in the neck.

Triston's eyes widened as he clutched his neck, the blade still burried in with blood trickling from the sides.

"Weaker?"

Laurent gave a twist of his blade, causing Triston to give a gurgle, blood now drooling out of his mouth.

"Ah friend, it seems 'ou are mistaken once again, but don't worry"

Laurent pulled the blade out, and Triston fell at his feet.

"It is zhe last mistake 'ou will ever make"

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Days had passed but there was still the problem..

"His body is not even fit for zhe dogs to eat!"

But despite his cruel words, Laurent allowed you to find a grave for Triston.

True, he was evil, coniving and treacherous. But he loved you. And though you did not return his feelings, you could not help but feel sorry for Triston.

There you stood, in the small graveyard in the outskirts of the town. Small drops of rain fell gloomily over the cemetary.

From your pocket you took out one of the fine ornaments Triston had left in your drawing room; a small blue brooch with a pearl replica of your face in the middle. You put it down, placing it over his grave.

"...I'm sorry it had to end this way. Perhaps peace will find you in the next life"

Slowly rising, you carried your light footsteps out of the grave.

The light fell gently, and the leaves softly sank in the wet dirt, leaving your footsteps in the gloomy place.

If you had turned around, you would have seen the brooch was gone.

And in it's place loomed a figure, gazing hungrily after you.