Today, Author Kae Elle Wheeler has sent us
Cinderella's Evil Stepmother, Lady Hildegard Bergenoir Simmon Roche.
Thank you, Kae Elle, for helping us get to know Lady Hildegard.
Without further ado . . .
I am Lady Hildegard Bergenoir Simmon Roche. I grew up in the Alsace region of France. My f-father . . . [inhales deeply, raises head] . . . my father was a monster. He murdered Maman, and . . . and sold me off to another beast of his own ilk. A duc old enough to be my [eyes glittering with fury, hatred] grandpapa.
I see. How did you get to where you are now?
I had no choice! I had to marry again—to save my precious daughters from my late husband’s heir. Might we change the subject, s’il vous plait!
Of course, milady. Tell us what you want more than anything in life. [breaths deeply again, to calm the erratic pulse threatening to burst through the skin at her neck] I wish for Pricilla, my eldest child, to marry the future King of Chalmers, Prince Edric Osmond Thorn VII. [hand flutters out] He is commonly referred to Prince Charming within the kingdom. A silly name, to be sure. But they would make the perfect match with her flaxen hair and his dark looks.
I bet they would. How about you, what is preventing you from obtaining your soul’s desire? It seems Prince Charming has set his sights on my mongrel of a stepdaughter. It is unconscionable. [leans in, lowers her voice] I [looks about] admit, I have tried on occasion to . . . [pulls up sharply] Next question, s’il vous plait.
Do you believe in love at first sight? [her gaze softens] Oui. Soul mates? Oui. Why? [tears shimmer, she shakes her head]
Three wishes, what would you ask for? I had only one and it was ripped away from me! [a single tear trails her cheek] To have the love of my life, at my side, to raise our son . . . together.
How did you fall in love? Blind? Slowly? Quickly? Hard? [looks off into the distance] Completely.
What’s your big issue? These questions, they are impertinent. Forgive me, Lady Roche, but you did agree to this interview. Please share. Everyone has one. Tell us yours. [another deep breath] Very well. I am rash at times. Hot headed, temperamental. Is that what you wish to know? Bah! Let us move on.
Have you found the one? Oui. I found him. And he is lost to me. Forever. I do not wish to speak of him, to anyone, ever!
I see. What are you most afraid of? Pfft. I am afraid of nothing. [head drops, whispers] Marriage, I am terrified of marriage.
What is most important to you? My two lovely daughters, Pricilla and Esmeralda.
Is there anything about your life that you would change? What a ridiculous question. [she snaps, eyes flash] Of course I would. Do you think I enjoy being referred to as Cinderella’s Evil Stepmama. Pfft. How would you change it? [her head moves back and forth, she seems truly at a loss] I . . . I don’t know. Nightmares have plagued me in finding a way to save my— [she stops] Why? What difference does it make? There is nothing to be done now. I . . . I wish to s-stop, s’il vous plait. My head, it pains me.
I am sorry, Lady Roche. Just one last thing please. Is there something, anything about you that you would like for us to know? [eyes flash again] No one should cross me! You would do wise to remember that. Now, if you will excuse me, s’il vous plait, I must be on my way.
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“Why are you telling me this now?” Papa roared so loudly the paintings on the wall seemed to tremble in fear.
But Hilda knew it was she who was trembling. On stealthy feet and hugging the wall, she crept closer. There was no other way to gain her freedom save leaping from her balcony.
Even Juliet had not jumped to her death in that particular fashion. That line of thought sent a shudder of terror over her. We are not lovers destined to death, she reassured herself. All she need do was make it to the pond. Off Papa’s property. Then out of Alsace to the safety of Grenoble, all within the arms of Pierre. ’Twill be over soon...’twill be over soon...soon. If she kept repeating the words, they would come true. Wouldn’t they?
She slipped by the clock—a monstrosity—though she rather loved the overbearing piece of wood at the moment.
“You,” Papa spat. Hilda froze, squeezing her eyes shut. “You are responsible for her recalcitrant nature.” The menace from the foyer rose like a poisonous haze that rent the air.
The breath rushed from Hilda’s body leaving her trembling like the leaves she’d heard stirring from her balcony. She chanced a peek below. Her father’s large form hovered, a threatening force over Maman’s slight one.
Kae Elle Wheeler, (aka Kathy L Wheeler) authors both contemporary and historical romance. She was born in Presque Isle, Maine, grew up in Dallas, Texas but migrated to Boulder then Longmont, Colorado where she attended high school. Her college degree from the University of Central Oklahoma is a BA in Management Information Systems and vocal music minor.
Kae is an active member of the Oklahoma Romance Writers. She also belongs to The Beau Monde, a historical Regency chapter, and the Dallas Area Romance Authors. She loves the NFL and holds NBA Thunder season basketball tickets, and Celebrity Attractions Broadway season tickets. She also adores musical theater, reading and writing, of course—and just to round things out to scratch the singing itch—karaoke.
Kae lives in Edmond, Oklahoma with her musically-talented, attorney husband, Al. They have one grown daughter (who recently had her first baby) and one bossy cat, Carly, who acts as if she was the rescuer rather than the rescue-ee!