Giselle

Rommel watched her from afar. She was such a pixie, so innocent and all his. He

thought of her grandfather, his life long tutor and how he had entrusted her care to him. He

remembered well.

Rommel had watched her grow up, fall down, lose teeth and at last begin to bloom. Now he

watched as young men slithered around her at gatherings and it began to drive him crazy.

He watched Giselle laugh at the young gentlemen and flirt; she had no idea the depth to her

appeal. How could she be aware of how sexy her her neck looked when her hair was up, or

how edible her breast looked when pushed almost over the top of her gown.

Rommel walked over to Giselle and the young man she danced with, abruptly cutting in,

needing no excuse to do as he pleased. The young man scurried away mumbling under his

breath,”Sorry General…”

Giselle looked up at him suprised and smiled. “Rommel, I am having so much fun tonight.”

Rommel stared at her hard. His blue eyes burning holes into her brown ones. Suddenly her

smile faded, “What is it? What have I done? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Rommel held her tighlty as they danced, speaking low,”Your grandfather entrusted your safety

to me, your life… and I’ll be damned if I am going to watch you make a fool of yourself, acting like a

tart. This is your last party for a while, until you can learn how to behave yourself in public.”


Giselle eye’s filled up with tears. “What are you talking about? I have done nothing to be

embarressed of.”

” Go to your room Giselle,” Rommel ordered hissing between his teeth. ” If anyone ask, tell them

you don’t feel good. I’ll be up to speak to you after awhile.”

Giselle stared shocked. Wiping away tears from her eyes, she quickly put a smile on her

face to not cause a scene in front of everyone. She curtied to Rommel, turned around and left.


After the last guest finally departed Rommel walked up to Giselle’s room. He rapped at her door

quietly, then entered. Giselle layed on the bed asleep, still dressed in her ball gown. His eyes

drifted over her sleeping figure and rested on her face, then slowly downwards. The dress was

wound around her waist from her movements while asleep, affording him a gracious view of her

calves and soft thighs. Rommel felt himself begin to harden. He gritted his teeth, breathed and

left.


The next morning he sat for breakfast. The servants scuttled around him like mice, sensing his

dark mood. “Where is Giselle?” he asked out. No one answered. “Where is she?” he growled.

“She refuses to come down General,” a lone voice whispered from behind Rommel. Rommel

slammed his fist on the table, stood up and marched to Giselle’s room.

Rommel threw open the door without knocking. Giselle put the covers over her head. “Get

downstairs now and eat,” he commanded.

“No!” she called from under the covers. Rommel walked over to the bed throwing the blankets to

the ground. “No!” she screamed. “I won’t. You made a fool out of me last night, for no reason,”

she cried sitting up in bed.

“Get out of this bed right now and come downstairs.”

Giselle stared at Rommel in the eyes coldly, “I am not one of your soldiers. You cannot just order

me around.”

Rommel clenched his jaw tightly. Her brown hair was down, meeting her waist; waves of it. He

wanted to pull it hard and feel it in his hands.

She had changed into her nightgown sometime during the night and he could see the shadow of

her dark nipples through the thin fine fabric.

“Fine. You don’t want to eat downstairs now? You can stay up here then. You are confined to

this room until I say different, indefinitely. I’ll have guards posted by your door, around the

clock,” he stated meeting Giselle’s cool gaze, smiling then turming to leave.

“What’s wrong with you?” Giselle screamed leaping from bed. Rommel continued to the door,

closing it behind him. Giselle heard the sound of the lock and began pounding on the door.

Rommel continued to walk, hearing Giselle’s screams echoing through out the hollow halls.



No one was allowed to visit Giselle. Food was brought in three times a day, by a silent maid,

too afraid to even meet her eyes.

Giselle paced her room, feeling like a captive animal. After two weeks of confinement she

contimplated jumping out her window, thinking she could land safely in the river.

The next evening when the maid arrived to bring her evening meal. Giselle erupted, throwing

anything she could find at the poor maid. After being hit right in the eye by a mirror, the maid

screamed and ran from the room; Giselle did not hear the door lock.

She walked to the door and knocked softly. No one answered. Quietly she opened the door

and peered her out. Down the hall she saw the guard speaking with the maid and checking

out her wounds. She slid out the door, running down the opposite side of the hall to the main

stairs. Walking up the stairs, she stopped when she reached the room at the top.



Giselle turned the door handle silently and opened the door wide.