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rainbowfic2012-06-11 01:52 pm
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Dove White #19
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: Unwanted Prospects
Timeline: 1138 AW
Colors: Dove White #19: Marriage is the only adventure open to the cowardly.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 372
Rating: G
Warnings: Forced marriage I believe.
Notes: Pierre is the youngest son of Jean Michele and Elisabetta Everart. Thus he is the younger brother to Jean Luc, Marie, and Anna and uncle to Elisabeth and Marguerite. The year is 1138 AW. Pierre escorted his niece, Elisabeth to Albabias for her marriage to Fernando. Oh and this is my last dove white! Yay!
“Why have you called me here Father?” Pierre asked
Jean Michele turned to his younger son.
“Have a seat, my boy,” Jean Michele said offering his son a seat.
Pierre shook his head. “I don’t have time Father. I have things I need to do.”
“You mean you have women to do,” Jean Michele said disapprovingly.
Pierre blushed, but didn’t contradict his father. He plopped down into the seat across from his father.
“I suppose you know why I’ve called you here?” Jean Michele asked.
Pierre shook his head. “I do not.”
“Pierre is it time for you to marry,” Jean Michele said rubbing his knee.
Pierre laughed. “Why should I have to get married? Jean Luc has three healthy sons and if they should die, his daughters could always produce sons for you.”
Jean Michele grunted. “You will do your duty to this family boy. I have arranged a marriage with the Lady Alienor Oteline. She is young and healthy and she has a suitable dowry-“
“What?” Pierre said cutting of his father.
“You heard me boy. It is your turn to bring honor and prestige to the Everart family. Your sisters have married and had children. Why can’t you? You’re forty two. Well past the marrying age.”
Pierre scoffed. “Says who?”
“Says I!” Jean Michele raised his voice.
Pierre bit his bottom lip, but kept quiet.
“If you marry the Oteline girl, I will increase your allowance to seventy thousand livre. You get an extra twenty thousand with each son you produce and ten thousand for every girl.”
“And if I refuse?” Pierre asked.
Jean Michele frowned slightly.
“Then I will cut you off.”
Pierre gave a great sigh. He stood up from the chair and faced his father.
“Then I suppose I have no choice.”
Jean Michele smiled before pulling himself up. He walked over to Pierre.
“The Oteline girl is beautiful, Pierre. It won’t be a hardship to get children on her.”
Pierre nodded. “As you say, Father. Are you finished with me?”
Jean Michele frowned once again. “You may go, my boy.”
Pierre nodded to his father before leaving the study. Jean Michele let out a great sigh.
“I’m getting told old for this shit,” he grumbled.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles
Title: Unwanted Prospects
Timeline: 1138 AW
Colors: Dove White #19: Marriage is the only adventure open to the cowardly.
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 372
Rating: G
Warnings: Forced marriage I believe.
Notes: Pierre is the youngest son of Jean Michele and Elisabetta Everart. Thus he is the younger brother to Jean Luc, Marie, and Anna and uncle to Elisabeth and Marguerite. The year is 1138 AW. Pierre escorted his niece, Elisabeth to Albabias for her marriage to Fernando. Oh and this is my last dove white! Yay!
“Why have you called me here Father?” Pierre asked
Jean Michele turned to his younger son.
“Have a seat, my boy,” Jean Michele said offering his son a seat.
Pierre shook his head. “I don’t have time Father. I have things I need to do.”
“You mean you have women to do,” Jean Michele said disapprovingly.
Pierre blushed, but didn’t contradict his father. He plopped down into the seat across from his father.
“I suppose you know why I’ve called you here?” Jean Michele asked.
Pierre shook his head. “I do not.”
“Pierre is it time for you to marry,” Jean Michele said rubbing his knee.
Pierre laughed. “Why should I have to get married? Jean Luc has three healthy sons and if they should die, his daughters could always produce sons for you.”
Jean Michele grunted. “You will do your duty to this family boy. I have arranged a marriage with the Lady Alienor Oteline. She is young and healthy and she has a suitable dowry-“
“What?” Pierre said cutting of his father.
“You heard me boy. It is your turn to bring honor and prestige to the Everart family. Your sisters have married and had children. Why can’t you? You’re forty two. Well past the marrying age.”
Pierre scoffed. “Says who?”
“Says I!” Jean Michele raised his voice.
Pierre bit his bottom lip, but kept quiet.
“If you marry the Oteline girl, I will increase your allowance to seventy thousand livre. You get an extra twenty thousand with each son you produce and ten thousand for every girl.”
“And if I refuse?” Pierre asked.
Jean Michele frowned slightly.
“Then I will cut you off.”
Pierre gave a great sigh. He stood up from the chair and faced his father.
“Then I suppose I have no choice.”
Jean Michele smiled before pulling himself up. He walked over to Pierre.
“The Oteline girl is beautiful, Pierre. It won’t be a hardship to get children on her.”
Pierre nodded. “As you say, Father. Are you finished with me?”
Jean Michele frowned once again. “You may go, my boy.”
Pierre nodded to his father before leaving the study. Jean Michele let out a great sigh.
“I’m getting told old for this shit,” he grumbled.
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