The Last Duchess Analysis
Light shone through the window and glared in my eyes, making objects in the distance only look like silhouettes. I could make out a grey lining that was on the horizon. “My Lady, if you keep looking out into the sun you will hurt your eyes.”
“No need for concern, I was just looking at the clouds in the distance.”
“Shall we start the embroidery my Lady?”
“Yes,” I responded while sitting down.
I put the fabric down when most of the intricate patterns were finished. “Is everything alright my Lady?” The room darkened when gloomy clouds covered the sun.
“What happened to the last Duchess?” She lowered her eyes to the ground and clutched her embroidery to avoid looking into my eyes. “Would you like something to eat Duchess, we have been here a while.” …show more content…
The portrait is very beautiful”
“That portrait is for only me to look at, no one else is permitted, don’t do it again.”
“What happened to her?”
“She died two months ago from an unknown illness,” sweat collected on his brow, as he straightened his jerkin he turned towards me and looked at the broken sculpture in distaste. “I have matters elsewhere, meet back with your attendant.”
I continued making my way towards the west side of the Castello Ferrara ignoring the orders from Alfonso, nothing would stop me from finding out the truth of the Duke’s past experience with his Duchess, I walked towards the end of the corridor. The door to the dungeons was wooden with steel reinforcements, watched over by a guard. “Let me into the dungeons,” I ordered.
“I’m sorry Duchess, Duke Alfonso has given me strict orders to allow no one in the dungeon that he has not given permission to enter”
“I am the Duchess of Ferrara, I order you to let me …show more content…
Smells of bodily waste hung in the air as I walked towards the first barred wall, I shown the light into the shackled man’s eyes, “do you know anything about the last Duchess of Ferrara,” the man had little to no response. I heard footsteps of someone pacing in the cell next to the first one, a hand stuck out penetrating the gloom and signalled to come over. As I slowly walked towards the second cell the person’s face came into view, it was the same face that was in the portrait, still recognisable even with tattered clothing and ghostly pale skin, “you’re meant to be dead, how are you
“No need for concern, I was just looking at the clouds in the distance.”
“Shall we start the embroidery my Lady?”
“Yes,” I responded while sitting down.
I put the fabric down when most of the intricate patterns were finished. “Is everything alright my Lady?” The room darkened when gloomy clouds covered the sun.
“What happened to the last Duchess?” She lowered her eyes to the ground and clutched her embroidery to avoid looking into my eyes. “Would you like something to eat Duchess, we have been here a while.” …show more content…
The portrait is very beautiful”
“That portrait is for only me to look at, no one else is permitted, don’t do it again.”
“What happened to her?”
“She died two months ago from an unknown illness,” sweat collected on his brow, as he straightened his jerkin he turned towards me and looked at the broken sculpture in distaste. “I have matters elsewhere, meet back with your attendant.”
I continued making my way towards the west side of the Castello Ferrara ignoring the orders from Alfonso, nothing would stop me from finding out the truth of the Duke’s past experience with his Duchess, I walked towards the end of the corridor. The door to the dungeons was wooden with steel reinforcements, watched over by a guard. “Let me into the dungeons,” I ordered.
“I’m sorry Duchess, Duke Alfonso has given me strict orders to allow no one in the dungeon that he has not given permission to enter”
“I am the Duchess of Ferrara, I order you to let me …show more content…
Smells of bodily waste hung in the air as I walked towards the first barred wall, I shown the light into the shackled man’s eyes, “do you know anything about the last Duchess of Ferrara,” the man had little to no response. I heard footsteps of someone pacing in the cell next to the first one, a hand stuck out penetrating the gloom and signalled to come over. As I slowly walked towards the second cell the person’s face came into view, it was the same face that was in the portrait, still recognisable even with tattered clothing and ghostly pale skin, “you’re meant to be dead, how are you