Fiery bubbling rage masked under a foppish facade
the dim-witted exterior served better than most disguise
A poker face, emotionless as a stone
the mask of his fooled her no more
Rising from the ashes as a phoenix might
her love for him weathered all struggle and plight
Both their foolish ego and pride
had greatly widened the divide
But their true love ousted all barriers
And they ended up as they should
Marguerite St. Just in the strong arms of her doting husband, Sir Percy Blakeney
This was an attempt at embodying the relationship that remained at the crux of one of my favorite novels, The Scarlet Pimpernel. A book that had the teenage me dreaming countless nights about finding someone as daring, dashing, mysterious and at the same time caring and tender as the one and only ‘Scarlet Pimpernel’. It’s true I have remained unsuccessful in the search of my very own Percy till now…But I haven’t given up! The search is still on!