Act One Scene 1 Part 3
Othello was not in his
assigned quarters that was for his use when in Rome, while his own personal
abode was on the river banks of Seine, where he maintained a humble villa with
five servants for his needs. His newly assigned quarters was a modest one
within the villa owned by Iago friend, another merchant by the name of Devito.
It was prep for the ceremony with the colorful drapes and side tables with the
wines and food for the couple. Above all, there was a bedding that was covered
with the fine feathers inside its padding cover with the warm comforting silk
covered bed cover. It was the occasion of his union with his love.
"My love, do you have
any doubts that may cloud your mind about me?" Othello asked of his love
inside the personal room of theirs. He held her close to him; she smell of the
scent that was poured on by the guests, during the ceremony. She had whispered
to him, that it was to musk his sweaty body smell as Othello had came rushing
in for the ceremony. He was held up at the Castra, the military fortress at the
edge of Rome for an important discussion. Emperor Commodus was not a kind
leader, as he waged many battles on his borders. It was only recently that
Othello could had his legion back for refit that allowed him the rare
opportunity to hold his love.
"What doubts I had are
swept away by your love." Desdemona whispered back to him while she rested
her face against his beating heart. She was all sweaty too when she arrived at
the ceremony; much to the dismay of her friends who then showered her with the
scent waters.
"You are a crazy lady to
come in this manner. Your hair undone, and your body had yet to bathe."
Cesrina told her friend while they hasten to dressed her in the clothing that
would be her attire for the ceremony.
"I am so sorry, but the
servants were around. I had to feigned sickness to locked myself in the room. I
then climbed out the window and ran across the garden." Desdemona
explained to her friend while she stood there for the ladies to dressed her up.
"Ouch!" Desdemona
cried out when the brooch pin pricked her skin at the top of her bosom.
"None would be more
painful than when he insert into you." Kestina, the sister of Cesrina told
the yet to be wedded lady. Kestina was in her own ceremony only two moons ago
and was the most 'experienced' of the ladies there.
"Yes, she may had
known." Cesrina defended her friend. "She may not had the other one
intruded upon just yet."
The ladies all laughed except
for Desdemona who was in her own world, of love and care with her lover. She
cared not what was spoken then but to have this ceremony over so that she would
be free from it. She only wanted to be with him.
"Desdemona?" She
heard her name being called. She must had fallen asleep in his arms. She shook
herself off the slumber and looked up to her lover.
"Its Iago. I am needed
outside." Othello told her. She nodded and let loose of her hold so that
he could go to see his Centurion. She cursed silently at the other for
disturbing them. Her love stepped away and took up the mask that he placed on
his face.
"Let me tie it for
you." Desdemona offered to adjust his mask. It was one thing which she
felt no contempt on him, but shared his pain of having that on his face. Soon
Othello met the panting Centurion of his Legion who had seated himself on the
porch ledge while catching his breath.
"Why the rush, Iago? I
missed you at the ceremony." Othello told him. "Is there a new
invasion?"
A private joke among them
that during Emperor Commodus reign, Rome may one day be invaded and the Legions
shall come to its rescue. Iago brought him not of that news, but of Brabatio.
"Brabatio is seeking you
out. He heard you had eloped with his daughter." Iago laid it out plainly
for his Legatus.
"Of which..."
Othello replied but was cut off by the appearance of Desdemona.
"Of which we did not. I
had performed the ceremony with the man I love. I would tell my father."
Desdemona interjected in the discussion. "I would seek him at the
house."
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