Chapter Seven

Noelle could barely contain his excitement as he changed into fresh practice clothing. The black material was close fitting as it showed his lean form and toned legs.

His fingers shook, making it harder to pull on the soft shoes. This was the moment he had dreamed of. Perhaps the role was not quite what he had imagined. Most of the reveries had been of noble princes and mystical creatures. Not a bold God.

He took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm his beating heart and quell the churning nerves. And the concern that Alexandre would overshadow him. The man's ego gave a violent passion to his portrayals of evil, misunderstood it might be. He would need all his skills to hold a candle to him.

"I can read up on the myths; the library will almost certainly have something. Although I daresay, it will be abridged. These myths are often less than wholesome."

The powers that be were not fond of anything they deemed heresy or debauched. Harsh penalties would apply to anyone who was f