L'Amour - My Dream (it isn't what you think)

I asked God for a dream. Here's what I dreamed:

The Prince watches her and insults her to get her attention. She reacts and his apology is limp but charming. "It got you over here didn't it. He leans against a trash dumpster, brash, handsome. She was so lucky.

It's a whirlwind romance. He's wonderful-her everything. He teaches her things she never knew. They laugh... a lot. She turns bold. Some say brazen. She doesn't care what they say. She is deliriously happy and feeling quite independent as well.

The wedding day comes. Their behavior shocking, yet dismissed as the power of their great love. They enter the estate by carriage and she wantoning extends one leg in repose. Uncovered. He leans on her.

But the fairytale lives in reality. Cut to a scene where she looks up from a courtyard below to see her husbands two mistresses. You see it was customary for the man to spend the wedding night with many other women, so as not to spend the passions on the more valuable lady of the manor. He might injure her in his pent up lusts released.

And so he chose his first sexual target and began venting his baser animal instincts. The women vied for dibs.

There was a commotion. The wife had tried to expose and interrupt. She enlisted the help of the castle priest who, rather than help the wife, warned the prince of her coming.

The prince exits his concubine long enough to take a hatchet to the chest- heart- of his bride. We, the readers, those in observance are all shocked and deeply disturbed... our sense of injustice aroused... until the prince yells "L'Amour, L'Amour!!" We sigh. Shake our heads and turn away, even the priest. Some watch as a young girl comes to claim and gather the body. She unceremoniously tosses the body in the trash dumpster the prince had once leaned on. It was all very customary. His crime excused of course. Iy was only a case of l'amour. What do you expect from silly women? It wasn't a matter of state or conscience after all.

"Hey! What's wrong with your eye? " The boy shouts, grinning disarmingly. He leans against a dumpster. She reacts annoyed. "Nothing is wrong with my eye!"

"It got you to come over here didn't it?"

She should be impressed. A handsome prince noticed her. She knew what came next. She should be elated.

She wasn't. Rather she went with her gut, threw him a look and went back to playing.