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Dove White, Provence Lavender, and True Blue
Name: Destiny (leia_solo)
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: A New Era Begins
Timeline: 1134 AW
Colors: Dove White #21. Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely., Provence Lavender #16. The well-trod path, True Blue #20. Secret you wouldn't even tell your best friend.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 1,568
Rating: G
Summary: The King has his eyes on Lady Cosette Puchot. He isn't the only one.
Warnings: None
Notes: Gilles is elder brother of Queen Jeanne and uncle to Henri's only male heir.
He spotted her across a crowded hall.
She was speaking to Gilles de Caulmont, his brother in law. They appeared to be in deep conversation. Her blue eyes were focused completely on her partner.
“Who is she?” Henri asked a passing servant.
The man stopped and looked in the direction that the King was pointing.
“Lady Cosette, daughter of the Marquis of Estogne and widow of Lord Somhme.”
“Thank you,” Henri dismissed the man and then continued to watch the couple.
“She was married to old Somhme huh?” Henri said to himself. Just then as if she had heard him, Cosette looked up. Henri shot her one of his infamous smiles.
***
“The King is looking at you, Cosette.” Gilles said clearly amused at her discomfort.
Cosette put her hand over her eyes and groaned. “Is he still looking?”
“I would say yes,” Gilles said laughing.
“Oh god,” Cosette said shaking her head.
“You should be flattered Cosette. The King is paying you special attention. You could end up his mistress or even better perhaps queen.”
Cosette looked up at him and smiled coyly. “I would rather be Lady de Caulmont.”
Gilles played with a stand of her strawberry blonde hair. “It is your destiny to be Lady de Caulmont, but what women would turn down being a queen?”
“A woman with enough sense to know what happened to the previous queens,” Cosette said frowning.
“If you play your cards right, you could have it all. The King is getting old. He won’t be alive for much longer.”
Cosette shushed him. “You could be arrested for treason, Gilles.”
“I am the King’s most trusted brother and his most noble adviser,” Gilles said sarcastically.
“Brother in law and no one is safe in this court,” Cosette said putting her hands on his shoulder.
“My lady,” said a voice behind her.
Cosette turned around to see a servant.
“Yes?”
“His Majesty invites you to sit next to him at dinner.”
Cosette looked across the hall at the King and he raised his cup to her. Gilles laughed.
“Tell His Majesty that I would be honored.”
***
Cosette was seated next to the King. She had to stop herself from groaning. She looked down the table at Gilles and he winked at her.
“Lady Cosette I hear you are writer,” said the Princess Marie from the other side of her father.
Cosette bent towards the princess. The young woman had her father’s looks, but the Ibonian queen shown through in her features.
“I am, Your Highness.”
Marie smiled. “You’ll have to bring me some of your work. I am a keen reader. I’ve already read some of Margot’s stories.”
“Oh the young princess writes as well?” Cosette said truly interested.
“Indeed. She is fascinated with the works of Baujot. She tries to replicate him despite me telling her that she should write in her own style.”
“Baujot is too pessimistic for Margot,” Henri said taking a sip of ale.
Marie laughed. “Our dear Margot is far too idealistic Father. If only she could be more like Baujot.”
“What’s wrong with the girl being idealistic Marie? She’s thirteen; all children that age are like that.”
“I wasn’t, Father,” Marie said quietly.
Henri coughed. “Well yes but you and Margot had different childhoods.”
Cosette watched them intently. Marie looked as though she was about to cry and the King was avoiding her eyes. She was staring at him when he turned to face her.
“You have children if I’m correct, Lady Cosette?”
Cosette smiled. “Yes I have two daughters and a son, Your Majesty.”
Henri smiled. “What are their names?”
Cosette hesitated. “My daughters are Maude, who is the oldest at 7 and then there’s my boy Rene at 5 and my youngest Virginie at 2.”
“Are your daughters as lovely as their mother?” Henri said flashing his teeth.
Cosette laughed. “As their mother, I would have to say so.”
“Then I’ll take your word for it. They’ll make spectacular marriages.”
“It’s too early to be thinking about that, Your Majesty?”
“Never too soon, I have seven children and I’ve already begun talks for their marriages.”
“Does that include Princess Marie as well?”
Henri glanced at his daughter who was now talking to the woman next to her. “Marie too. She’s older, but she’s still valuable.”
Cosette frowned.
“But let us talk about you, fair lady. Would you like to go riding with me and my children tomorrow?”
Cosette bit her lip. She looked down the table at Gilles but he was flirting with the Marchioness Colette Chelperic. She felt a flash of anger go through her. She turned back to the King.
“I would love to Your Majesty.”
***
“You’ve done well, Cosette,” Gilles said coming up behind her and gripping her shoulders.
Cosette pushed him away and went to her dresser. She picked up her brush and began to brush her hair furiously.
“What’s wrong, sweet pea?”
“I saw you flirting with Colette Chelperic,” she fairly spit the name out.
Gilles laughed and kissed her neck. “What have you got against Colette? She’s fun!”
“Oh and I’m not?” She said turning around so fast, he had to step back.
“Of course you are. But you’re so serious with your thoughts on the afterlife and religion and all that.”
“You’re serious about your political goals. Why shouldn’t I be about my writings?”
Gilles pulled her to him. She reluctantly went into his arms.
“You can be as serious as you like, my dear. The people like an intelligent queen.”
Cosette sighed. “We are just going on a ride. He hasn’t asked me to marry him and who knows maybe he wants me as his mistress?
Gilles spoke over her shoulder. “I watched how he looked at you. I saw that same look with my sister and the queen before her.”
“You are sure?”
Gilles ran his finger down her chest. “Yes. The King is anything if not determined.”
Cosette nodded.
“He’ll formally court you and then he’ll ask you for your hand and then a quick betrothal and bam, you’re Queen of all Monde!”
“And how long will I be queen?” She asked.
“For as long as he lives.”
“Or for as long as he wants me,” Cosette snorted.
Gilles smiled. He bent to kiss her, but she stopped him. “You should leave. I wouldn’t want anyone seeing you in my quarters. The King is a jealous man, after all.”
Gilles grinned. “You’re thinking like a future queen already.”
***
Cosette chose her white horse, Beauty, while the King had his stablehands saddles his great black horse, Midnight. The three eldest children were with them and they chattered while they climbed atop their horses.
“Will your children be joining us, Lady Cosette?” Princess Elisabeth asked.
Cosette shook her head. “They are far too young for riding.”
Elisabeth laughed. Cosette was struck by how much the girl looked like her mother. She wondered if that bothered her father.
“Shall we, ladies?” The King said.
The horses began to trot before galloping. Princesses Elisabeth and Marguerite were racing while their sister Marie followed at a slower pace behind them. Soon all their sisters were out of sight.
“Your daughters sure are lively, Your Majesty,” Cosette said to him.
Henri stopped his horse. Cosette followed his lead, they settled near a cove of trees.
“They are indeed, they are like their mothers truly,” Henri said.
Cosette held her breath; the King didn’t like talking about his previous wives.
“The Princess Elisabeth looks very much like her mother,” Cosette said.
Henri nodded. “Sometimes I look at her and I see Anna. It’s like she’s come back to haunt me.”
“That must be hard for you.”
“It is,” he started. “I believe Elisabeth blames me for what happened to her mother. She has every right too, of course, but her mother was a traitor.”
Cosette nodded.
“I still think of her sometimes. When I’m asleep, I see her in my dreams. I believe I still love her.”
Cosette gasped. Henri looked up at her and began to laugh. “I’ve surprised you, Lady Cosette.”
“It’s just I thought you hated her.”
“I do, but I still love her,” he said looking over her head.
The cove was silent.
“I’ve never told anyone this before, Lady Cosette. But I trust you. Am I right to trust you?”
Cosette bit her lip. “I’m your loyal servant.”
“Yes, but can I trust you?” he asked.
Cosette didn’t answer for a minute. When she did, she chose her words carefully.
“You can trust me.”
Henri smiled and took her hand. His hand brushed over her wedding ring.
“You remind me of her? She was as intelligent as you are.”
Cosette smiled.
“I’d like to see you again, Lady Cosette,” Henri said.
“Papa, where are you?” Princess Marguerite called.
Henri turned towards his daughter’s voice, but didn’t say anything.
“May I see you again?” He asked.
Cosette thought back to what Gilles had told her.
“You may.”
Henri smiled. He placed a kiss on her hand before turning back to his horse.
“Then let us rejoin the girls.”
Cosette climbed atop of her horse. Henri rode out of the cove towards his daughters. She could hear him chatting pleasantly with Marguerite.
I do hope I’ve made the right decision in accepting his suit. Cosette thought to herself. She supposed she would find out.
leia_solo)Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: A New Era Begins
Timeline: 1134 AW
Colors: Dove White #21. Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely., Provence Lavender #16. The well-trod path, True Blue #20. Secret you wouldn't even tell your best friend.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 1,568
Rating: G
Summary: The King has his eyes on Lady Cosette Puchot. He isn't the only one.
Warnings: None
Notes: Gilles is elder brother of Queen Jeanne and uncle to Henri's only male heir.
He spotted her across a crowded hall.
She was speaking to Gilles de Caulmont, his brother in law. They appeared to be in deep conversation. Her blue eyes were focused completely on her partner.
“Who is she?” Henri asked a passing servant.
The man stopped and looked in the direction that the King was pointing.
“Lady Cosette, daughter of the Marquis of Estogne and widow of Lord Somhme.”
“Thank you,” Henri dismissed the man and then continued to watch the couple.
“She was married to old Somhme huh?” Henri said to himself. Just then as if she had heard him, Cosette looked up. Henri shot her one of his infamous smiles.
“The King is looking at you, Cosette.” Gilles said clearly amused at her discomfort.
Cosette put her hand over her eyes and groaned. “Is he still looking?”
“I would say yes,” Gilles said laughing.
“Oh god,” Cosette said shaking her head.
“You should be flattered Cosette. The King is paying you special attention. You could end up his mistress or even better perhaps queen.”
Cosette looked up at him and smiled coyly. “I would rather be Lady de Caulmont.”
Gilles played with a stand of her strawberry blonde hair. “It is your destiny to be Lady de Caulmont, but what women would turn down being a queen?”
“A woman with enough sense to know what happened to the previous queens,” Cosette said frowning.
“If you play your cards right, you could have it all. The King is getting old. He won’t be alive for much longer.”
Cosette shushed him. “You could be arrested for treason, Gilles.”
“I am the King’s most trusted brother and his most noble adviser,” Gilles said sarcastically.
“Brother in law and no one is safe in this court,” Cosette said putting her hands on his shoulder.
“My lady,” said a voice behind her.
Cosette turned around to see a servant.
“Yes?”
“His Majesty invites you to sit next to him at dinner.”
Cosette looked across the hall at the King and he raised his cup to her. Gilles laughed.
“Tell His Majesty that I would be honored.”
Cosette was seated next to the King. She had to stop herself from groaning. She looked down the table at Gilles and he winked at her.
“Lady Cosette I hear you are writer,” said the Princess Marie from the other side of her father.
Cosette bent towards the princess. The young woman had her father’s looks, but the Ibonian queen shown through in her features.
“I am, Your Highness.”
Marie smiled. “You’ll have to bring me some of your work. I am a keen reader. I’ve already read some of Margot’s stories.”
“Oh the young princess writes as well?” Cosette said truly interested.
“Indeed. She is fascinated with the works of Baujot. She tries to replicate him despite me telling her that she should write in her own style.”
“Baujot is too pessimistic for Margot,” Henri said taking a sip of ale.
Marie laughed. “Our dear Margot is far too idealistic Father. If only she could be more like Baujot.”
“What’s wrong with the girl being idealistic Marie? She’s thirteen; all children that age are like that.”
“I wasn’t, Father,” Marie said quietly.
Henri coughed. “Well yes but you and Margot had different childhoods.”
Cosette watched them intently. Marie looked as though she was about to cry and the King was avoiding her eyes. She was staring at him when he turned to face her.
“You have children if I’m correct, Lady Cosette?”
Cosette smiled. “Yes I have two daughters and a son, Your Majesty.”
Henri smiled. “What are their names?”
Cosette hesitated. “My daughters are Maude, who is the oldest at 7 and then there’s my boy Rene at 5 and my youngest Virginie at 2.”
“Are your daughters as lovely as their mother?” Henri said flashing his teeth.
Cosette laughed. “As their mother, I would have to say so.”
“Then I’ll take your word for it. They’ll make spectacular marriages.”
“It’s too early to be thinking about that, Your Majesty?”
“Never too soon, I have seven children and I’ve already begun talks for their marriages.”
“Does that include Princess Marie as well?”
Henri glanced at his daughter who was now talking to the woman next to her. “Marie too. She’s older, but she’s still valuable.”
Cosette frowned.
“But let us talk about you, fair lady. Would you like to go riding with me and my children tomorrow?”
Cosette bit her lip. She looked down the table at Gilles but he was flirting with the Marchioness Colette Chelperic. She felt a flash of anger go through her. She turned back to the King.
“I would love to Your Majesty.”
“You’ve done well, Cosette,” Gilles said coming up behind her and gripping her shoulders.
Cosette pushed him away and went to her dresser. She picked up her brush and began to brush her hair furiously.
“What’s wrong, sweet pea?”
“I saw you flirting with Colette Chelperic,” she fairly spit the name out.
Gilles laughed and kissed her neck. “What have you got against Colette? She’s fun!”
“Oh and I’m not?” She said turning around so fast, he had to step back.
“Of course you are. But you’re so serious with your thoughts on the afterlife and religion and all that.”
“You’re serious about your political goals. Why shouldn’t I be about my writings?”
Gilles pulled her to him. She reluctantly went into his arms.
“You can be as serious as you like, my dear. The people like an intelligent queen.”
Cosette sighed. “We are just going on a ride. He hasn’t asked me to marry him and who knows maybe he wants me as his mistress?
Gilles spoke over her shoulder. “I watched how he looked at you. I saw that same look with my sister and the queen before her.”
“You are sure?”
Gilles ran his finger down her chest. “Yes. The King is anything if not determined.”
Cosette nodded.
“He’ll formally court you and then he’ll ask you for your hand and then a quick betrothal and bam, you’re Queen of all Monde!”
“And how long will I be queen?” She asked.
“For as long as he lives.”
“Or for as long as he wants me,” Cosette snorted.
Gilles smiled. He bent to kiss her, but she stopped him. “You should leave. I wouldn’t want anyone seeing you in my quarters. The King is a jealous man, after all.”
Gilles grinned. “You’re thinking like a future queen already.”
Cosette chose her white horse, Beauty, while the King had his stablehands saddles his great black horse, Midnight. The three eldest children were with them and they chattered while they climbed atop their horses.
“Will your children be joining us, Lady Cosette?” Princess Elisabeth asked.
Cosette shook her head. “They are far too young for riding.”
Elisabeth laughed. Cosette was struck by how much the girl looked like her mother. She wondered if that bothered her father.
“Shall we, ladies?” The King said.
The horses began to trot before galloping. Princesses Elisabeth and Marguerite were racing while their sister Marie followed at a slower pace behind them. Soon all their sisters were out of sight.
“Your daughters sure are lively, Your Majesty,” Cosette said to him.
Henri stopped his horse. Cosette followed his lead, they settled near a cove of trees.
“They are indeed, they are like their mothers truly,” Henri said.
Cosette held her breath; the King didn’t like talking about his previous wives.
“The Princess Elisabeth looks very much like her mother,” Cosette said.
Henri nodded. “Sometimes I look at her and I see Anna. It’s like she’s come back to haunt me.”
“That must be hard for you.”
“It is,” he started. “I believe Elisabeth blames me for what happened to her mother. She has every right too, of course, but her mother was a traitor.”
Cosette nodded.
“I still think of her sometimes. When I’m asleep, I see her in my dreams. I believe I still love her.”
Cosette gasped. Henri looked up at her and began to laugh. “I’ve surprised you, Lady Cosette.”
“It’s just I thought you hated her.”
“I do, but I still love her,” he said looking over her head.
The cove was silent.
“I’ve never told anyone this before, Lady Cosette. But I trust you. Am I right to trust you?”
Cosette bit her lip. “I’m your loyal servant.”
“Yes, but can I trust you?” he asked.
Cosette didn’t answer for a minute. When she did, she chose her words carefully.
“You can trust me.”
Henri smiled and took her hand. His hand brushed over her wedding ring.
“You remind me of her? She was as intelligent as you are.”
Cosette smiled.
“I’d like to see you again, Lady Cosette,” Henri said.
“Papa, where are you?” Princess Marguerite called.
Henri turned towards his daughter’s voice, but didn’t say anything.
“May I see you again?” He asked.
Cosette thought back to what Gilles had told her.
“You may.”
Henri smiled. He placed a kiss on her hand before turning back to his horse.
“Then let us rejoin the girls.”
Cosette climbed atop of her horse. Henri rode out of the cove towards his daughters. She could hear him chatting pleasantly with Marguerite.
I do hope I’ve made the right decision in accepting his suit. Cosette thought to herself. She supposed she would find out.
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