" And the best and the worst of this is neither is most to blame, if you have forgotten my kisses and I have forgotten your name."
- Algernon Charles Swinburne.

My name is Mercedes. It means mercy. How very curious that my name has this meaning. When I lay a newborn babe in my mother's frail dying arms, she kissed the crown of my blond head. And as her soul slipped slowly into the next life, she whispered her first word to me, and last to the world, " Mercedes. "

Mercy, the only quality missing in my life.


No one could have been a more blessed child, no one could have be more coddled and loved than I. When my mother died, she left me alone in a house full of males. I had three brothers, all much older than I. The youngest, Pierre, was eight years my elder, Thomas was ten, and Peter twelve. They were fascinated by me, and loved me more than they could ever love each other.

But it was my father, my beloved papa, who won my love. I was his favorite, and he let me do anything and everything I wanted. A motherless child, I never really recieved much womanly training. But I was an exceptional child, bright and enthusiastic, and beautiful. I was as educated as any man, and more intelligent than most.

In the end, it was all a waste. My life turned out like every other woman's, repressed, restricted, and dependent. Everything I had ever loved was stripped from me. But the funny thing is, I did it all to myself. I killed my own happiness.

My life ended as my mother's did. Merciless.

Author's Note:

A little strange and sketchy perhaps, but I promise to give you a good story. Please read and review! Will be told from the point of view of three different people. Let me know what you think.

- Allesandra Thornbird