Deserve your place, Troyller Solo Closed

indexIt was very hot in the Manoir Troyller. Margaux couldn’t stand the atmosphere, it was stuffy. Yet she didn’t go out. In fact, she had no right. Father had told her and repeated: she should not go out under any circumstances. Then she stood there, dying of heat, drops of sweat slowly forming along her temples.

'Deserve your place, Troyller'

indexHow many times had she heard that phrase between father’s lips? It couldn’t even count. Deserve your place. But what place when the temperature rises, what place when everything becomes heavy, what place? The heat prevented him from thinking properly. Could she not go out for a few minutes, get some fresh air before coming back, without anyone seeing her? Of course she could. It was enough for him not to get caught.

indexShe did not. She refused to face her mother’s gaze. Deserve your place. Maybe if she went out, her father would notice her? Deserve your place. Really? Margaux often had the impression that she had to make a thousand times more than her brothers. It was unfair. But it was like that. What curse hovered over her head so she would be born a daughter? She would have been fine.

indexShe had to get out. It was unbearable to stay there. As she headed for the front door of the Manor, she crossed Thomas.

'Well, what are you doing here? You weren’t going to go out, I hope?'
'No.'
'All right. Go back to your room before I tell my doubts to father.'

indexMargaux nodded and returned to her room. Mission failed, she went to stay dead under his sheets.