The Carriage Ride to Fate

Today is gilded in silk and dread-- a sunlit blade above your head.

But it is not born of love, but it is born through duty's thread.

The path ahead is already sewn and led.

The wheels of the carriage roll on cobbled command, past fields where wild, unchained things stand-- free roses climbing, unrestrained.

As you sat, lace and band.

Across from you, your brother sat; Antoine De Sade , his gaze is sharp as borders crowned. The carriage rolls on cobbled dreams, while silence splits in whispered seams.

Tapestries of future years hang heavy.

" Today is the day you meet your fiance, " He stated, no warmth, no soft reprieve-- A sentence carved in marble breath, A life designed by line and death. His eyes hold mine-- nor room for grace-- " I expect for you to behave. You need not worry a thing. I will ensure you are safe. " He finally said,