Catherine: Sometimes you just take the next step and the path appears. That is what I wished to do and my team dissolved around me.
Elizabeth: As I said, difference of opinion.
Marial: It happens. Many people like this dress, but I have heard negative comments also.
Catherine: We cannot change without cost, even if it is our own.
Catherine: Ever since I was a child, I felt like greatness was in store for me. A great life, I felt. Like God himself had spat me forth to land on this Earth and in some way transform it. That I was here for a reason, a purpose.
Marial: Why did He make you a woman, then?
Catherine: For comedy, I guess.
(Catherine is trying to commit suicide, but can't make herself quite do it...)
Marial: Would you like a cake with that knife, Empress?
Catherine: Do not try to stop me. Just leave me be.
Marial: I would not presume to speak. For the empress is so smart, and book readingly, that I'm sure her judgment is sound.
Catherine: I am resolved.
Marial: Vlad will get a bucket for the blood.
Vlad: Yes, miss.
Catherine: There is no other way. I am a prisoner here.
Catherine: Married to an idiot.
Marial: Towels, too, Vlad. There may be some overflow.
Marial: I will get coins to place on your eyes.
Marial: Are you ready for tonight? You do know what to expect?
Catherine: You suppose me more naive than I am. My mother has explained everything.
Marial: She has?
Catherine: The man caresses you softly, pressing his lips to yours. Your breasts and skin awaken and shiver with palpitating joy. Between your legs quivers and moistens with longing. He enters you and you become one. Your bodies meld, your souls mesh. As a sensation takes hold of you, you fall into a black sky filled with the shiniest of stars. You float for a time in ecstasy, before waves of pleasure push and pull you back into your body. Your body ushers forth yelps, and sometimes song, before he and you explode within, collapsing together, spent and unified. Then, you lay together, laughing softly, weeping occasionally with ecstatic joy, and finally, he wraps his arms around you, whispers poetry softly into your ear, and you fall into a... delicious sleep.
Marial: Yep, that's pretty much it.
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