Je ne sais pas si vous faîtes ce genre de choses mais j'aimerais si possible que vous me traduisiez cette fic en Français.
J'ai bien essayer avec les traducteur google et voila mais le résultat est assez mauvais. Quand à moi mon Anglais est constitué que de quelques mots.
Merci
Andre found himself with his back against the door thinking in what had just transpired between him and the General just awhile ago. He realized he had almost lost his life to the General's polished, sharp sword. However, he had to do it. Andre had to save her life. It was risky, no, correction: it was suicide confessing to the General his feelings towards his headstrong daughter...the Lady Oscar.
From where he sat, he could see the rain carving out river-like patterns upon the window's glass. His face still stung from the hurtful blow his master delivered upon his face. But, that was the least of his worries. Now, he had to make sure that she was all right. He had to talk to her, to tell her how he felt. Not like he hasn't done enough of that! But, still, he had to make it clear to her. I must go to her!, he thought.
Andre, determinably, stood up from the floor. About to open the door, he stopped. "Wait," he whispered, "Is it wise of me? Should I go to her? Or should I stay put?" In frustration, Andre softly banged his head against the door, clenching his fist close to his face. Oh, God!, echoed in his head. I love her so much... how I love her so much! Why?!, he closed his eyes. Angrily, he closed his fist more. I must get it all together. I can't let this tear me apart. I WON'T LET IT TEAR ME APART! Slowly, Andre detached himself from the door, backing away step by step as if with precaution, coming to a complete stop upon bumping the back of his right knee against the bed. As if by reflex, he unthinkingly sat down just staring at the door. Staring... as if waiting for it to come alive and attack him. He continued to stare, momentarily draining out the sound of the rain ramming violently head on against the panes. Beside himself, he removed his military jacket, throwing it aside without further thought. He didn't care. Andre didn't WANT to care except, for Lady Oscar. Poised on his bed, Andre decided to let himself go falling back carelessly upon the mattress, closing his viridian eyes. With what happened tonight, Andre sadly realized how blinded the General had become for his loyalty to the Crown... a loyalty that induced him to even kill his own daughter just for the sake of avoiding dishonor before the scrutinous eyes of the French Court. That angered Andre more than ever before. However, Andre had to be grateful to Lady Antoinette. If it weren't for her, he and Oscar might've both died by the sword this very night. Of course, that still didn't change anything. They still must flee away from all this madness because it wasn't getting any better. With the uprisings in Paris, it was no longer safe to travel on the streets.
Andre opened his eyes. Staring up at the ceiling, more thoughts came into mind, like the meeting of the Estates General and the anguishing look on Gerodere's face, which Andre remembered the most. Gerodere could've fired upon them but he didn't. He didn't because he couldn't risk losing Oscar. He loves Oscar and that pained Andre's heart. But not for Oscar, if not, for Gerodere. To see Gerodere depart like that weighed heavily down on Andre's soul. He remembered wanting to cry for Gerodere because he understood what the poor man was going through. HE understood how hard it was to live life in solitude for a very long time. It wasn't easy, Andre knew from personal experience. "I'm sorry," he uttered. "But I can't bare losing her to you. I just can't. Just like I couldn't stand watching her run to Fersen's arms." He forced a pitiful chuckle. "But, with Fersen, I didn't have to do anything. It rather happened by itself." Dammit, Oscar! Why can't you love me?!, Tears welled up. "Why can't you love me despite it all? God, I loved you for more than 20 years and I'll keep loving you until I can no longer sustain a single breath," Andre sniffed. "Even if you fell in love and married someone else, I'll always be by your side... no questions asked. But, all I ask is that you never send me away for I can't live without you. I just can't", he sniffed again. Once again he closed his eyes, weeping in silence. This time, he concentrated on the sound of the rain. It was beautiful in its jestive way.
You are the light, my love. The light of my life. And like the shadow I'll be there walking behind you... Making sure your fire never burns out. If it means giving you the moon, the stars and everything in the heavens above, I'll make the impossible, possible just to buy, at least, a small fragment of your love. That would make me happy.
Andre expulsed air from his lungs before sitting back up. He felt beside himself. This day has been quite an eventful one for him. It's unusual for him to ever lose his composure, but he did. This was the first time he spoke against the General... his wrath was immense. This was the first time Andre had dared point a gun on him. Was he going to shoot... shoot the man who had been like a father to him? Given the circumstances, probably. Andre was not sure.
There was a pang in his head.
Andre sighed. It was now or never. He quickly jumped out of bed. He did not hesitate on reaching for the door and turning the knob to leave all his pains and worries behind. HE was going to talk to her! Trying not to wake the entire household, Andre stealthily made his way up the stairs until arriving, at last, at Oscar's door. Before fear could get the best of him, Andre quickly knocked.
"Yes," answered the all-familiar voice from behind the closed door.
"It's Andre," he softly replied.
For a moment, all stood still. There was no sign of motion, then, the door opened to reveal the beautifully, standing Oscar whom obviously had been in her room crying. Andre could tell despite the dryness of her eyes.
"We need to talk," Andre implored.
Seemingly, Oscar was unsure on whether or not she should allow Andre through. With all that had happened, he couldn't blame her for acting somewhat apprehensive with him. But, finally: "Yes. We DO need to talk."
"Can I??", Andre motioned to let him in. Oscar lethargically nodded, stepping aside to let Andre in. For a moment, he felt arkward but wasted no time in crossing the threshold despite of the anxiety wading at the pit of his stomach.
Before closing the door, Oscar looked outside, checking to make sure that no one was watching. To her relief, the coast was clear. Finally, with a mix of uncertainty and heaviness in her heart, Oscar closed the door.
