Seventh Psalm [Broadcast Mind]
[He is your brother and he is the rightful King of France. It burns in your veins which each heartbeat. It makes your breath catch in your throat. The man you've loved for so long. The man who got a child on you. The man who you are going to marry because of that unborn child.
Were going to marry. Because now you've told him you can no longer marry him. Not why...of course not why. This is consanguinity. You are going to burn in Hell for this, but it is your cross to bear.
You go to meet him in the church. One last time...you have to know why he wants you. But the note is strange. You have made preparations in case it wasn't he who wishes to speak to you.
Kneel before the priest. Receive his blessing. Take the communion wafer in your mouth. It tastes odd. Sweet. Clinging to your tongue. Rise to go into the confession room.]
Mademoiselle de Beaumont, you know weapons are not allowed in God's house.
[You give him your sword, step into the darkness of the confession room. There's a sound, and you notice your hands are starting to shake. Your vision blurs. Something is wrong. You've never met the priest...how did he know your name? Why did he ask for your sword?]
Maximilien?
[The blade is through the screen and into your chest before you can blink. Red hot, burning in the coolness gripping your chest. You stumble back and force the door open, hand pressed against the wound.
You get a few steps. Collapse on the stone floor of the church. Then he is there. You're in his arms and his hand is gripping your own so tightly. There is so much to tell him in that moment, but all that comes out is a warning.]
Do not go...you mustn't go...Maximilien.
[You can't feel his skin beneath your fingers. The last thing you see is his face turn from sorrow to rage.]
Were going to marry. Because now you've told him you can no longer marry him. Not why...of course not why. This is consanguinity. You are going to burn in Hell for this, but it is your cross to bear.
You go to meet him in the church. One last time...you have to know why he wants you. But the note is strange. You have made preparations in case it wasn't he who wishes to speak to you.
Kneel before the priest. Receive his blessing. Take the communion wafer in your mouth. It tastes odd. Sweet. Clinging to your tongue. Rise to go into the confession room.]
Mademoiselle de Beaumont, you know weapons are not allowed in God's house.
[You give him your sword, step into the darkness of the confession room. There's a sound, and you notice your hands are starting to shake. Your vision blurs. Something is wrong. You've never met the priest...how did he know your name? Why did he ask for your sword?]
Maximilien?
[The blade is through the screen and into your chest before you can blink. Red hot, burning in the coolness gripping your chest. You stumble back and force the door open, hand pressed against the wound.
You get a few steps. Collapse on the stone floor of the church. Then he is there. You're in his arms and his hand is gripping your own so tightly. There is so much to tell him in that moment, but all that comes out is a warning.]
Do not go...you mustn't go...Maximilien.
[You can't feel his skin beneath your fingers. The last thing you see is his face turn from sorrow to rage.]