chapter 7
"You know you have no business to be in here nosing through ARANHA'S and Pisces gifts!" I snapped.
ARATA seemed unashamed of her actions. I on the other hand was ashamed because I knew all alone what the problem was with her and so did the others. We held her up in her sinful devilment and for doing so we were as bigger devils than she is.
"Oh lord I love him..!" she exclaimed with deep dark passion.
ARATA removed herself from on the bed, she moved in my direction to the other side of the room, all high and mighty. Her movement in her long, purple Victorian sun gown was like that of a ballerina walking on the tip of her toes or a frolicking faerie queen running towards me before it takes off for a flight; she had a wide precious smile that showed the most whitest set of teeth and a perfect pair of gleaming-white, short index spider fang teeth that seemed as if they pierced the inside of ARATA'S bottom lip when she closed her beautiful mouth. ARATA claimed her love for Pisces again, sincere.
"I really, really do love him! Pisces is my one true heart and just because he's married to ARANHA..." ARATA spat in the most nast tone.
ARATA is jealous of ARANHA and Pisces love for her, ARATA knew that Pisces would never belong to her alone, and she hated ARANHA because of it. I could tell that deep inside she was hurting although she seemed as if she blocked it all out.
"I won't stop loving him and when Pisces return I will be waiting for his love in the comfort of my bedroom." ARATA breathed with all the passion she could muster.
ARATA was filled with deep passion and lust, she had become obsessed with ARANHA WALCKENAER'S husband. She would be waiting for Pisces return- she would be desperate to hold him; make love to him again and again. I tried to turn her mind from the thought, from the act of loving Pisces in that way she'd done for so long ever again, and especially now that he and ARANHA WALCKENAER had become husband and wife, but she, desperate and full of deep and hungering desire for Pisces, ARATA rudefully refused to hear anything I said to her regarding the matter. And I thought to myself the instant she tore away from my grip, she would be sitting there in her bedroom stork naked underneath the covers in the dead of night, waiting for him to be with her, to fill her til satisfied; she waits just like the Spider that she is- and hoping- without a feeling of guilt that he'd impreginate her instead of his wife ARANHA WALCKENAER.
The next day at noon there was another ball in a different castle except for this ball was to be a very special one and more elegant than any of the other balls in Ireland. This ball would be the grandest ball! It was to be given by the king and queen of Ireland. It read so in large, bold, black roman letters from the front page of the Dublin Inquirer. A young lad, a male, that looked to be between the age of nine or ten cried out the news of this special event, running to and fro in the streets and on the side walks of Dublin Ireland and lastly coming to a stand still with the newspaper held up a bit over his head as he stood in front of the building of the Dublin Inquirer. A pretty, gray brick building, colonel made- more of an Antebellum style and a green Irish flag waved back and forth from on a tall steel flag poll close beside the building. Every now-and-then the flag flickered back and forth like a bird flutters its wings, the strong wind blew it.
The lad shouted some more for the people of Ireland to hear and the streets were filling with traffic horse drawn carriages filled with riders going about their normal day and Pedestrians hurrying across the busy streets to their destination- before going any further- carriages pulled over and a rider took a paper from on the newspaper stand and/or from the hand of the lad announcing the good newss.
"Hurry, hurry, step right up and get your papers and read all about it!" He cried out holding the newspaper high and proud and then he cried out to the people all the more, "The grandest summer ball of them all to be given by the king and queen of Ireland and held at their castle!" the lad was filled with excitement.
