In France, there has just been a "scandal" after a married guy canceled a marriage after discovering his wife wasn't virgin. The real debate was concerning the judge's decision, funded on the fact that the wife knew it was important for him and lied and was eventually OK to cancel; however there have been a lot of protestations from political currents, causing the "Parquet" (I don't know the english equivalent) to appeal the decision (which, to me, seems a bit strange since, however dislikable the husband seems to me, both he and the wife actually want a cancellation).
This has quite nothing to do with the following; but it inspired me to write a very short fantasy story which is loosely linked. Or maybe not. And since I currently have some english curses, I thought it would be cool to translate it. So, here it is.
If some native english speaker could give me some feedback on the translation part, I would greatly appreciate it ^ ^
The prince Antoine de Mayr was carrying his wife Carimall in his arms when they entered in the room.
It was their wedding night; Carimall was gorgeous with her white lace robe, which had, alone, costed a small fortune; they were entering in a prestigious room of a royal castle in order to "consummate the marriage"; and yet, Antoine wasn't happy.
The reason was that their union wasn't a true love story. Antoine had know Carimall for some years and he liked her; yet, they still were marrying themselves so their two powerful families would get closer.
Antoine was feeling he just had lost his freedom and he was engaging, for the rest of his life, in a desperately boring routine.
'You don't look that much enthusismed', Cariamll noticed.
The young man shrugged and forced himself to smile.
'Excuse me', he said. 'The wine. I am a bit tired.'
He kissed his wife. Then, they both lied on an expensive bed canopy.
After they kissed again, Carimall sit down, turning her back to her husband so he could untie the knots of her robe.
'Hum', Antoine said while he was looking at the immaculately white sheets. 'There is something we didn't talk about...'
'Yes ?'
'Personally, I don't really care, but it is important for my parents. You know, there is this ceremony with the sheet, and...'
'Oh', Carimall said.
'So I was wondering... are you virgin?'
'I have a good news', Carimall joyfully said while she was standing up to remove her robe, still turning her back to her husband. 'I am virgin.'
'Oh. Good.'
'But,' Carimall added, 'I also a bad news. I am afraid it won't be that easy to deflower me.'
Antoine wrinkled while Carimall was turning herself. The husband noticed with a surprise that she had between her legs what he hadn't expected a women to have between her legs.
'Oh', he said.
'But again,' Carimall said, 'I also have a good news.'
Antoine raised his eyes toward his wife's face and saw she was smiling, exposing her teeth. What the young man especially noticed was the prominent vampiric canines.
'I think', Carimall said, 'that it is still quite possible that there is some blood on the sheet, after all.'
For a second, the young man rose his eyebrows, looking puzzled. Then, he smiled.
The wedding didn't look as much a desperately boring routine as what he had expected.