Kate had met Oliver as he sought his future far from home at a soiree of drink and laughter, whereby a wager was made amongst three as to who could deflower young Kate first.
The first of the three suitors to try was named Tobias, a weasel like fellow with crazy eyes, who courted Kate cloaked as a gentleman. A knightly visage hiding insidious Tobias, to which Kate played along to a point. For as Tobias pretended to be courtly, so did Kate, as she was just as wise to his game, and laughed she did all the same, as Tobias's hand began to wander and shame, she took his hand and placed it in on her forehead. Then as loudly as she could, she announced to to his embarrassment, "that's as close as you'll get me to bed."
The second man was named Bryn, a portly fellow was he, with his mislaid plan it soon was plain to see. He jumped on top of Lady Kate as she sat on the couch and began to touch her on her bosom mont. Most women would have thrown him to the floor, but Kate just closed her eyes and pretended to snore. Consumed with his efforts he spun like a dreidel as everyone looked on. By sheer vibration Bryn gyrated himself drunkenly into the corner of the room. Smirks and grins were upon every face, as Bryn passed out, pants down, from all his effort, he could not finish what he started.
This is when Oliver finally stepped in, and sat beside Kate the clever. He said nothing for the longest time. Then he attempted a casually snide, "Lovely Kate, beautiful Kate, I look upon your wrist, for we have visited the same watchmaker it appears." Kate ignored Oliver, and he then her. Finally after some time of sitting beside, he advised "I'm so sorry my love, as it appears I have bothered you. I'll leave you be, for your beauty should not be tainted by me." In silence he rose from the couch, and sat beside another women within clear-view. For it was Bianca, Kate's sister, a rose was she as she sat in the corner, her breath emitting rainbows of conversation. Unlike Kate, Bianca embraced the courtly colloquy as much as she did Oliver. It was clear for everyone to see that Kate's discomfort was growing in jealousy. As their lips near embraced, preparing for something more, Kate stood up and demanded "no more." "If you want my family, surely you want me me", she decreed; taking Oliver by the hand, dragging him down the hallway and behind closed doors for all to stare and see.
Nine months later with their baby strapped in their station wagon, she left home knowing her father's demands. She would have not chose Oliver by any stretch of the matter, but a proper daughter and mother had no choice in a world in which she must be better than the later.
And so life began, far a way from home. Oliver would kiss Kate on the cheek each morning as they rose. Then at night, once again, but she just rolled her eyes, often laughing. Oliver would tell her how he loved her so, and it was no lie, for he had become smitten by her, for this is the reason he agreed to her father's silly wager. Kate did not find Oliver handsome, nor did she crave him in bed, according to her own words she'd rather be dead. Oliver would cook three meals a day, in the French fashion, but she would always complain. Oliver would buy her the most thoughtful things, but it was never enough to keep Kate pleased. She would simply suggest that there was always something better.
Oliver spent years carving a life not for himself, but for his boy and his wife. Oliver would take Kate to Paris, hoping the city of love would soften her demeanor. Then to Belgium with its sweet delights, he had hoped she might find delight. Moscow, and Kenya, was unimpressive to her as she'd contest in the future, that he choose some place better. Yet no matter where they would check in, she would diminish the greatness of him, and as the concierge handed the keys, all she would say is "This is my brother, double beds for our stay please."
Then one day, Kate visited her doctor, a routine test to check her health discovered something strange. The Doctor then advised Kate's disposition may be hormonally tied. A bottle of pills, orange and black, and instructions to take one to see what she thought; if she so liked, the other would permanently cure. The instructions were clear, keep away from children the physician confirmed, keep these away from your son or the opposite will occur. In smite of fate, and believing nothing was wrong, she swallowed the orange one and waited to see what she couldn't believe. Within minutes it was clear the old Kate was gone, asleep at least, as she felt so in love with life, and couldn't grasp how lucky she was to have such a beautiful husband. She ran home to her Oliver where she returned the favor of their first time, for five hours, they made love that night. In the morning the spell had worn off and she was bitter for what she had done, mad at herself as she had been tamed not by a man, but by a mere pill.
The question now became what to do,for clearly there were not one Kate but two.
As Oliver walked in she sat him down, and told him the story of the pill, and asked her husband what should she do? "To thy own self be true" he said, "Sweetheart, I love you as you are, you are beautiful no matter what you do. I shall wait every day in this life for your love, obedient to you, I do not need any more than you being Shrewd." Kate responded, "Oliver it is only by child I am bound to you, for you are a good father, but unlike the Kate of last night, I have gambled away your life, I have played a courtly role for my own benefit, and I lowered my pants in the corner humiliating myself out of jealousy to keep you from Bianca."
Kate stared at the black pill sitting in the open palm of her hand. She began to move the pill towards her mouth, hesitating as she pinched it between two fingers. Just as it appeared that she was about to release the pill, Oliver snatched the pill from her hand and swallowed it whole. As he fell out of love, knowing what he had done, having given her the final piece of him to give, Kate, for the first time in her life felt love towards him.
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