Through the Garden
Through the garden he goes, the gentle cool brezze across his horrified face. The injustice he has done to his family's reputation...centuries of nobility, and dedication through a carefully protected family image..shattered by his forced marriage. He ponders if he dare return to court, why not have some antlers attached to his carriage, he laughs to himself. He really starts to consider his truest failure, his respect, how he be accepted at court among those he once called friends? Should any children of his..be born of the monster..how would society treat them...He tries his best to keep his mind intact..and looks around wondering if he should alter the estate...after all, he has the money now.
(sniff) I hope she has a girl child, dear Marquis.
And your garden is just glorious ... perhaps add un piece anglais? They're quite the thing now.
I am sorry for your troubles Monsieur ....
(Great writing though ) )