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rainbowfic2012-05-03 04:08 pm
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Dove White, Provence Lavender, Gules + Oils, Glitter, Brush,
Name: Destiny (leia_solo)
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: Vivianna
Characters: Cosette Puchot (Queen Cosette), Corrine Puchot, Vivian Brayer, Celine de Faucon (Celine Bauldry), Henri I, General Arnaud Lothar
Colors: Dove White #9: Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain., Provence Lavender #6: Kerchief, Gules #2: Grunt
Supplies and Styles: Oils (thunderstorm), Glitter (What is the most important to you?), Brush (lunette)
Word Count: 1, 021
Rating: PG
Warnings: Childbirth. Adultery. I think those are the two big ones. Oh and mentions of religion.
Notes: I always have trouble writing childbirth for some reason. But I hope I didn't mess it too badly. Please feel free to correct me if I made any mistakes!
She felt the beginning of the contractions. They weren’t particularly strong, but they were there.
“Celine,” Cosette called.
Celine de Faucon stopped what she was doing and came to her queen.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” Celine said bowing.
“I believe it is time for the child to come,” Cosette said gritting her teeth as another contraction hit her.
“Marge!” Celine yelled to the redheaded woman across the room. “Go get the midwives, tell them the Queen is in labor.”
Marge nodded and ran out of the room.
“I might not need the midwives just yet Celine. It could be hours yet.”
Celine helped Cosette slip out of her gown of white velvet and into a plain white shift. She then helped the queen onto the bed.
“You can never be too careful, Your Majesty,” Celine said brushing back a lock of Cosette’s strawberry blonde hair.
Cosette smiled at Celine and gripped her hand. “What would I do without you Celine?”
Celine smiled back. “You shouldn’t worry, I am my mistress’s lady through everything.”
Cosette nodded. “Have you heard from my sisters?”
“I believe Cauldine should arrive sometime today and Corinne is here.”
“You called?” A light female voice said from the door.
Cosette looked up and saw her younger sister by six years, Corrine Puchot standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip.
“Corrine, you show off!” Cosette said holding out her arms.
Corrine laughed lightly and bent down and hugged her elder sister.
“Are you scared sister?” Corrine asked.
Cosette raised an eyebrow at her sister. “Corrine I am a mother already, why would I be afraid?”
Corrine shrugged. “They say labor gets harder with each child you bring into this fair world.”
“That’s an old wives tale,” Celine said frowning at the Queen’s sister.
“Say what you will, but I believe it. I have four children myself and the easiest labor was with the first.”
Celine sighed, but Cosette laughed. Another contraction hit her and she reached for Celine’s hand.
Five Hours Later
“It’s raining,” Corrine said looking out of the lunette window. “That doesn’t bode well for your child, Cosette.”
“Would you stop that!” Celine said reaching for a silk kerchief and wiping the Queen’s brow. Cosette was covered in sweat.
The midwife felt Cosette’s belly. “It shouldn’t be long now, Your Majesty.”
“What is taking the child so long?” Celine asked the midwife.
“It depends on the child. How long did it take for the other children?”
Celine turned to Cosette who had her eyes closed and was taking long deep breaths.
The room was quiet save for the Queen’s gasping breath, but then she let out a yell.
“It’s coming.”
Corrine ran from the window just as a strike of lightening crossed the window.
“Push, my lady!” The midwife urged.
Cosette pushed with all her might. She felt so much pain.
This child. Henri’s child. It’ll be like its father. Cosette thought to herself. She cried out.
“I can see the head! One more strong push and it’ll all be over,” the midwife called to her.
“Oh god!” Cosette shouted and gave one more push.
The room was quiet. Cosette fell back onto the pillows. She had done it, she had given birth to Henri’s child.
The baby started wailing.
“Such a strong cry,” Corrine said by her side.
Cosette tried to sit up, but she felt weak.
“What is it?” She asked.
“A girl, Your Majesty.”
Cosette was quiet for a moment. I’ve given birth to the King’s seventh daughter. Henri wanted another son. The children wanted a brother and I have failed them all.
But as the midwife placed the little bundle in her arms, she forgot it all. The baby’s eyes were shut and she was quietly smacking her lips.
“What are you going to name the little princess?” Celine asked.
Cosette looked up. The midwife was cleaning her hands in the basin.
“What’s your name?” Cosette called to the woman.
The midwife looked up surprised.
“Why my name is Vivian, Your Majesty.”
Cosette smiled. “I shall name my daughter, Vivianna, after you and my late mother, good lady.”
The midwife rushed forward and bowed to Cosette.
“You can’t name the princess after me, my lady.”
“I am Queen, I can do as I please,” Cosette said smiling. “His Majesty will thank you for bringing his daughter into the world. I’m sure he will be pleased.
Vivian smiled and didn’t protest anymore.
Two Weeks Later
Iva, Alesha
“I have a letter from the Queen, Your Majesty,” the boy said holding out a letter with the Queen’s seal.
Henri took and thanked the boy. He opened it and read.
“What is it, Your Majesty? Is all well at home?” General Arnaud Lothar asked him.
Henri grunted. “The Holy Father has blessed me with another daughter, it seems.”
Lothar looked at his men and waved them away. He decided that the King needed time alone.
Left alone, Henri stewed over the news. Cosette had named the girl Vivianna. A lovely name, but the child was a girl. His mistress, Noelle had birthed a son before he left for Alesha. The child called Henri-Christophe was his father’s spitting image. He had four older brothers, all blond and blue eyed like their father.
“Why have you cursed me, O Holy Father?” Henri said looking up the sky. “All my sons but one are bastards. I must have legitimate sons to rule after I am gone. I must…”
Henri folded the letter up and walked back into the tent.
If I don’t survive this war, I will be succeeded by Henri. My son is only eight. There will be regency. Henri thought to himself.
Henri sighed. “I will survive. I have to. My son needs me. My daughters will be devastated and Cosette?”
Henri stopped. He didn’t want to think about it. Cosette was strong and he trusted her with his children and he had made her regent while he was away. He received reports from his council. The Queen was ruling well in his stead.
“But I will win and return to my kingdom…and my family.”
leia_solo)Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: Vivianna
Characters: Cosette Puchot (Queen Cosette), Corrine Puchot, Vivian Brayer, Celine de Faucon (Celine Bauldry), Henri I, General Arnaud Lothar
Colors: Dove White #9: Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain., Provence Lavender #6: Kerchief, Gules #2: Grunt
Supplies and Styles: Oils (thunderstorm), Glitter (What is the most important to you?), Brush (lunette)
Word Count: 1, 021
Rating: PG
Warnings: Childbirth. Adultery. I think those are the two big ones. Oh and mentions of religion.
Notes: I always have trouble writing childbirth for some reason. But I hope I didn't mess it too badly. Please feel free to correct me if I made any mistakes!
She felt the beginning of the contractions. They weren’t particularly strong, but they were there.
“Celine,” Cosette called.
Celine de Faucon stopped what she was doing and came to her queen.
“Yes, Your Majesty?” Celine said bowing.
“I believe it is time for the child to come,” Cosette said gritting her teeth as another contraction hit her.
“Marge!” Celine yelled to the redheaded woman across the room. “Go get the midwives, tell them the Queen is in labor.”
Marge nodded and ran out of the room.
“I might not need the midwives just yet Celine. It could be hours yet.”
Celine helped Cosette slip out of her gown of white velvet and into a plain white shift. She then helped the queen onto the bed.
“You can never be too careful, Your Majesty,” Celine said brushing back a lock of Cosette’s strawberry blonde hair.
Cosette smiled at Celine and gripped her hand. “What would I do without you Celine?”
Celine smiled back. “You shouldn’t worry, I am my mistress’s lady through everything.”
Cosette nodded. “Have you heard from my sisters?”
“I believe Cauldine should arrive sometime today and Corinne is here.”
“You called?” A light female voice said from the door.
Cosette looked up and saw her younger sister by six years, Corrine Puchot standing in the doorway with her hand on her hip.
“Corrine, you show off!” Cosette said holding out her arms.
Corrine laughed lightly and bent down and hugged her elder sister.
“Are you scared sister?” Corrine asked.
Cosette raised an eyebrow at her sister. “Corrine I am a mother already, why would I be afraid?”
Corrine shrugged. “They say labor gets harder with each child you bring into this fair world.”
“That’s an old wives tale,” Celine said frowning at the Queen’s sister.
“Say what you will, but I believe it. I have four children myself and the easiest labor was with the first.”
Celine sighed, but Cosette laughed. Another contraction hit her and she reached for Celine’s hand.
Five Hours Later
“It’s raining,” Corrine said looking out of the lunette window. “That doesn’t bode well for your child, Cosette.”
“Would you stop that!” Celine said reaching for a silk kerchief and wiping the Queen’s brow. Cosette was covered in sweat.
The midwife felt Cosette’s belly. “It shouldn’t be long now, Your Majesty.”
“What is taking the child so long?” Celine asked the midwife.
“It depends on the child. How long did it take for the other children?”
Celine turned to Cosette who had her eyes closed and was taking long deep breaths.
The room was quiet save for the Queen’s gasping breath, but then she let out a yell.
“It’s coming.”
Corrine ran from the window just as a strike of lightening crossed the window.
“Push, my lady!” The midwife urged.
Cosette pushed with all her might. She felt so much pain.
This child. Henri’s child. It’ll be like its father. Cosette thought to herself. She cried out.
“I can see the head! One more strong push and it’ll all be over,” the midwife called to her.
“Oh god!” Cosette shouted and gave one more push.
The room was quiet. Cosette fell back onto the pillows. She had done it, she had given birth to Henri’s child.
The baby started wailing.
“Such a strong cry,” Corrine said by her side.
Cosette tried to sit up, but she felt weak.
“What is it?” She asked.
“A girl, Your Majesty.”
Cosette was quiet for a moment. I’ve given birth to the King’s seventh daughter. Henri wanted another son. The children wanted a brother and I have failed them all.
But as the midwife placed the little bundle in her arms, she forgot it all. The baby’s eyes were shut and she was quietly smacking her lips.
“What are you going to name the little princess?” Celine asked.
Cosette looked up. The midwife was cleaning her hands in the basin.
“What’s your name?” Cosette called to the woman.
The midwife looked up surprised.
“Why my name is Vivian, Your Majesty.”
Cosette smiled. “I shall name my daughter, Vivianna, after you and my late mother, good lady.”
The midwife rushed forward and bowed to Cosette.
“You can’t name the princess after me, my lady.”
“I am Queen, I can do as I please,” Cosette said smiling. “His Majesty will thank you for bringing his daughter into the world. I’m sure he will be pleased.
Vivian smiled and didn’t protest anymore.
Two Weeks Later
Iva, Alesha
“I have a letter from the Queen, Your Majesty,” the boy said holding out a letter with the Queen’s seal.
Henri took and thanked the boy. He opened it and read.
“What is it, Your Majesty? Is all well at home?” General Arnaud Lothar asked him.
Henri grunted. “The Holy Father has blessed me with another daughter, it seems.”
Lothar looked at his men and waved them away. He decided that the King needed time alone.
Left alone, Henri stewed over the news. Cosette had named the girl Vivianna. A lovely name, but the child was a girl. His mistress, Noelle had birthed a son before he left for Alesha. The child called Henri-Christophe was his father’s spitting image. He had four older brothers, all blond and blue eyed like their father.
“Why have you cursed me, O Holy Father?” Henri said looking up the sky. “All my sons but one are bastards. I must have legitimate sons to rule after I am gone. I must…”
Henri folded the letter up and walked back into the tent.
If I don’t survive this war, I will be succeeded by Henri. My son is only eight. There will be regency. Henri thought to himself.
Henri sighed. “I will survive. I have to. My son needs me. My daughters will be devastated and Cosette?”
Henri stopped. He didn’t want to think about it. Cosette was strong and he trusted her with his children and he had made her regent while he was away. He received reports from his council. The Queen was ruling well in his stead.
“But I will win and return to my kingdom…and my family.”
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Thank you for reading!
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I have a question. Why didn't Henri marry Noelle?
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