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rainbowfic2012-05-20 01:17 pm
leia_solo) wrote in rainbowfic2012-05-20 01:17 pm
Dove White + Brush, Oils
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: The Haughty Queen
Timeline: 1127 AW
Colors: Dove White #2: We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (hypnagogic) Oils (the waiting is killing me)
Word Count: 801
Rating: PG-13 for some curse words
Warnings: Misogyny
Notes: Princess Matilide is the wife of Prince Andre, Henri I's brother, thus making her the paternal aunt to Prince Henri.
The de Caulmont family gathered in the Queen’s Apartments waiting for the arrival of the royal child.
Gilles was sitting in a chair having a hypnagogic dream. He had his head down and his eyes were fluttering. He was muttering something to himself.
“I envy him,” Alexandre said to his elder son, Thomas. “Being able to sleep at a time like this.”
“I am not asleep,” Gilles muttered.
Alexandre shook his head. “You’re asleep son. You can’t fool me.”
The door opened and Princess Matilide stepped into the room. The men bowed to her and she smiled serenely at them.
“Has Her Majesty delivered of her child yet?” Matilide asked.
Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know what’s taking so long. She went into labor hours ago. This wait is killing me.”
Matilide touched Thomas’s shoulder. “Patience sieur. The Queen will deliver soon enough.”
“I hope it’s a boy,” Gilles muttered.
“It will be a boy,” Thomas said frowning as his brother. “The physician has assured me of this.”
“And how pray tell does he fucking know?” Gilles asked opening his eyes fully and staring at his brother across the room.
“The way the babe is positioned. Jeanne’s stomach is wide which means she will have a boy and-“
“You don’t sound too sure, brother of mine,” Gilles smirked at his elder brother. Thomas’s face screwed up in anger.
“Don’t test me, Gilles,” Thomas said warning his brother.
Alexandre placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Peace be, my sons. Even if the child is a girl, Jeanne is young and will have more children yet.”
“Not if she doesn’t recover from this one,” Gilles said.
Alexandre sighed and went over to the window. Thomas took a seat at the round table and glared over at his brother.
Matilide poured herself a cup of spring water and offered some to Thomas, though he refused. He was too wound up to do anything properly.
The door to the birthing room opened and Louise de Caulmont stepped out. Thomas jumped up from his chair and went to his mother.
“Well what is it?”
Louise smiled. “Jeanne has delivered of a fair son. He has a lusty cry and a shock of blonde hair.”
Thomas gripped his mother’s arms. He looked triumphantly over at his brother, before turning to face his mother again.
“May I see her?”
“She’s tired and a little weak. Why don’t you let her rest?” Louise said kindly to her son.
Thomas didn’t listen to his mother. He sidestepped her and went into the room, closing the door behind him.
Jeanne was lying on her side in the bed where she was whispering to the tiny bundle. Thomas took into the scene before announcing himself.
“Sweet sister.”
Jeanne stiffened up but kept whispering to the baby prince. Thomas went over to the side of the bed and pulled up a chair.
“What have you named the child?”
“His name is Henri,” Jeanne said quietly pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead.
“A noble name for the boy, Henri the Second, son of Henri du Bois and Jeanne de Caulmont, our family will be above everyone in the land. Just think of how he’ll reward us.”
“Do you mean my son or my husband?” Jeanne said not taking her eyes off of the bundle.
Thomas laughed. “Your husband for now, but your son will be a great king and he’ll have the Caulmont blood running through his veins.”
Jeanne was quiet for a second. “Where is my lord husband?”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “He shall be here shortly especially since I’m sure that harpy Matilide has left and told him of this news.”
Jeanne nodded. “I’d like to be alone with my son for now.”
Thomas didn’t move. “I’ll watch over you until the King arrives.”
Jeanne sat up in the bed. “You will leave me now, brother.”
Thomas stared affronted at his sister. “You propose to order me about?”
“I am the Queen. You will obey me as I am the mother of the future king. Do you propose to disobey me?”
Thomas scoffed, but stood up. “I suppose you do need your rest.”
“Thank you,” Jeanne said.
Thomas bowed slightly to his sister and left the room.
His father and mother were waiting outside the door with Gilles. They looked up when he came.
“How is she?”
“Fine, though the labor has made her testy. She will see no one but the King.”
They nodded. Thomas sat back down at the table and poured himself some ale.
The little bitch has gotten haughty. I will show her who has the power in this family. Thomas thought to himself. Comforting himself that he would soon be the most powerful man in the land, he drank the ale and was quiet.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: The Haughty Queen
Timeline: 1127 AW
Colors: Dove White #2: We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if we're creative.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (hypnagogic) Oils (the waiting is killing me)
Word Count: 801
Rating: PG-13 for some curse words
Warnings: Misogyny
Notes: Princess Matilide is the wife of Prince Andre, Henri I's brother, thus making her the paternal aunt to Prince Henri.
The de Caulmont family gathered in the Queen’s Apartments waiting for the arrival of the royal child.
Gilles was sitting in a chair having a hypnagogic dream. He had his head down and his eyes were fluttering. He was muttering something to himself.
“I envy him,” Alexandre said to his elder son, Thomas. “Being able to sleep at a time like this.”
“I am not asleep,” Gilles muttered.
Alexandre shook his head. “You’re asleep son. You can’t fool me.”
The door opened and Princess Matilide stepped into the room. The men bowed to her and she smiled serenely at them.
“Has Her Majesty delivered of her child yet?” Matilide asked.
Thomas shook his head. “I don’t know what’s taking so long. She went into labor hours ago. This wait is killing me.”
Matilide touched Thomas’s shoulder. “Patience sieur. The Queen will deliver soon enough.”
“I hope it’s a boy,” Gilles muttered.
“It will be a boy,” Thomas said frowning as his brother. “The physician has assured me of this.”
“And how pray tell does he fucking know?” Gilles asked opening his eyes fully and staring at his brother across the room.
“The way the babe is positioned. Jeanne’s stomach is wide which means she will have a boy and-“
“You don’t sound too sure, brother of mine,” Gilles smirked at his elder brother. Thomas’s face screwed up in anger.
“Don’t test me, Gilles,” Thomas said warning his brother.
Alexandre placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Peace be, my sons. Even if the child is a girl, Jeanne is young and will have more children yet.”
“Not if she doesn’t recover from this one,” Gilles said.
Alexandre sighed and went over to the window. Thomas took a seat at the round table and glared over at his brother.
Matilide poured herself a cup of spring water and offered some to Thomas, though he refused. He was too wound up to do anything properly.
The door to the birthing room opened and Louise de Caulmont stepped out. Thomas jumped up from his chair and went to his mother.
“Well what is it?”
Louise smiled. “Jeanne has delivered of a fair son. He has a lusty cry and a shock of blonde hair.”
Thomas gripped his mother’s arms. He looked triumphantly over at his brother, before turning to face his mother again.
“May I see her?”
“She’s tired and a little weak. Why don’t you let her rest?” Louise said kindly to her son.
Thomas didn’t listen to his mother. He sidestepped her and went into the room, closing the door behind him.
Jeanne was lying on her side in the bed where she was whispering to the tiny bundle. Thomas took into the scene before announcing himself.
“Sweet sister.”
Jeanne stiffened up but kept whispering to the baby prince. Thomas went over to the side of the bed and pulled up a chair.
“What have you named the child?”
“His name is Henri,” Jeanne said quietly pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead.
“A noble name for the boy, Henri the Second, son of Henri du Bois and Jeanne de Caulmont, our family will be above everyone in the land. Just think of how he’ll reward us.”
“Do you mean my son or my husband?” Jeanne said not taking her eyes off of the bundle.
Thomas laughed. “Your husband for now, but your son will be a great king and he’ll have the Caulmont blood running through his veins.”
Jeanne was quiet for a second. “Where is my lord husband?”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “He shall be here shortly especially since I’m sure that harpy Matilide has left and told him of this news.”
Jeanne nodded. “I’d like to be alone with my son for now.”
Thomas didn’t move. “I’ll watch over you until the King arrives.”
Jeanne sat up in the bed. “You will leave me now, brother.”
Thomas stared affronted at his sister. “You propose to order me about?”
“I am the Queen. You will obey me as I am the mother of the future king. Do you propose to disobey me?”
Thomas scoffed, but stood up. “I suppose you do need your rest.”
“Thank you,” Jeanne said.
Thomas bowed slightly to his sister and left the room.
His father and mother were waiting outside the door with Gilles. They looked up when he came.
“How is she?”
“Fine, though the labor has made her testy. She will see no one but the King.”
They nodded. Thomas sat back down at the table and poured himself some ale.
The little bitch has gotten haughty. I will show her who has the power in this family. Thomas thought to himself. Comforting himself that he would soon be the most powerful man in the land, he drank the ale and was quiet.
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