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rainbowfic2012-11-22 06:03 pm
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Tea Rose 13+Brush: So Few Choices
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive)
Title: So Few Choices
Timeline: Circa 1125 AW
Colors: Tea Rose #13: I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (cloister)
Word Count: 663
Summary: Jeanne visits the Abbey of St. Marie to speak with the Abbess, her aunt Marguerite, about the current events in her life.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Religion is all up in this piece. Lots of mentions of God.
Notes: Marguerite is Jeanne's aunt through her father, Alexandre de Caulmont. Marguerite has been the Abbess for some five years. Jeanne is about sixteen in this piece.
“She will be with you in just a minute,” the nun said to her.
Jeanne nodded and took a seat. She looked around the Abbey. There were portraits of Bronde and the Holy Brothers and Holy Sisters. But the one that caught her attention was the portrait of the Holy Mother.
Jeanne stood up and walked over to the painting. Ambroise stared back at her. She had a peaceful look on her face. She held Bronde and Ibne in her arms with the rest of the Holy family around her.
“Beautiful, isn't it?”
Jeanne turned and saw her aunt, the Abbess Marguerite.
“She is indeed,” Jeanne said quietly.
Marguerite walked over to Jeanne. She pressed a kiss on her cheek.
“It warms my soul to see you child,” Marguerite said leading Jeanne over to a small couch.
Jeanne smiled as she sat down. “I'm sorry I haven't been around more often. Things have gotten busy.”
“So I've heard,” Marguerite said pointedly.
Jeanne blushed but was quiet.
“I sense you have other reasons for visiting me,” Marguerite said rubbing her chin.
Jeanne nodded. “I know I shouldn't involve you in outside affairs. But I didn't have anyone else to talk to and I...”
“You do not have to apologize for coming to me. I may have pledged myself to the Holy Son. But I have not forgot my attachments on this plane. What brings you to me?”
“Well, I'm sure you've heard about the King's trouble,” Jeanne began.
“Yes, everyone it seems on this great continent has heard of our beloved monarch's trouble.”
“He has asked me to marry him when he is free. I haven't accepted, but Thomas is pressing me to accept him. I went to Papa, but he is ecstatic and Mama...well she always goes along with Papa. Gilles is the only one I can talk to, but I can tell he agrees with them.”
“That Thomas,” Marguerite said rubbing her hands. “He is not one of Bronde's true followers.”
Jeanne nodded but didn't say anything else.
“Are you afraid of His Majesty?” Marguerite said softly.
“I am not. He is a good man. But I can sense sometimes that he has a dark side. I fear that...” she trailed off.
“You fear what, my child?”
“I fear if I do not give him a son that he will set me aside like the previous queens.”
Marguerite nodded. “Do you love him?”
Jeanne opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. Marguerite waited patiently for her to speak.
“I fear I do. But when I see what has happened to the other women that have dared to love His Majesty, it scares me. I do want to marry him, but I am afraid he will put me aside.”
Marguerite was quiet. “You must not be afraid. Happiness is so rarely guaranteed to us as women. You must believe that the God Above will bless you and if you please it, your marriage with His Majesty. Sometimes our faith is all that we have,” Marguerite finished.
Jeanne stood and bent in front of Marguerite.
“I will pray,” she said kissing Marguerite's hand.
Marguerite smiled and kissed Jeanne's blonde head.
There was a knock at the door.
“You may enter,” Marguerite called.
The nun from before opened the door. She curtsied.
“Your carriage is waiting, my lady,” she said to Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded before turning to Marguerite.
“I must go. They must miss me at the Palace,” Jeanne said.
Marguerite nodded. “Go with God, my dear.”
Jeanne curtsied. “I will.”
She shut the door behind her. Marguerite sighed and went to the window. She watched as Jeanne walked out into the courtyard and stepped into the Royal carriage.
“God will be with her,” Marguerite said. She just hoped that Jeanne had thought her options. There were so few left to her.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive)
Title: So Few Choices
Timeline: Circa 1125 AW
Colors: Tea Rose #13: I am afraid that the pleasantness of an employment does not always evince its propriety.
Supplies and Styles: Brush (cloister)
Word Count: 663
Summary: Jeanne visits the Abbey of St. Marie to speak with the Abbess, her aunt Marguerite, about the current events in her life.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Religion is all up in this piece. Lots of mentions of God.
Notes: Marguerite is Jeanne's aunt through her father, Alexandre de Caulmont. Marguerite has been the Abbess for some five years. Jeanne is about sixteen in this piece.
“She will be with you in just a minute,” the nun said to her.
Jeanne nodded and took a seat. She looked around the Abbey. There were portraits of Bronde and the Holy Brothers and Holy Sisters. But the one that caught her attention was the portrait of the Holy Mother.
Jeanne stood up and walked over to the painting. Ambroise stared back at her. She had a peaceful look on her face. She held Bronde and Ibne in her arms with the rest of the Holy family around her.
“Beautiful, isn't it?”
Jeanne turned and saw her aunt, the Abbess Marguerite.
“She is indeed,” Jeanne said quietly.
Marguerite walked over to Jeanne. She pressed a kiss on her cheek.
“It warms my soul to see you child,” Marguerite said leading Jeanne over to a small couch.
Jeanne smiled as she sat down. “I'm sorry I haven't been around more often. Things have gotten busy.”
“So I've heard,” Marguerite said pointedly.
Jeanne blushed but was quiet.
“I sense you have other reasons for visiting me,” Marguerite said rubbing her chin.
Jeanne nodded. “I know I shouldn't involve you in outside affairs. But I didn't have anyone else to talk to and I...”
“You do not have to apologize for coming to me. I may have pledged myself to the Holy Son. But I have not forgot my attachments on this plane. What brings you to me?”
“Well, I'm sure you've heard about the King's trouble,” Jeanne began.
“Yes, everyone it seems on this great continent has heard of our beloved monarch's trouble.”
“He has asked me to marry him when he is free. I haven't accepted, but Thomas is pressing me to accept him. I went to Papa, but he is ecstatic and Mama...well she always goes along with Papa. Gilles is the only one I can talk to, but I can tell he agrees with them.”
“That Thomas,” Marguerite said rubbing her hands. “He is not one of Bronde's true followers.”
Jeanne nodded but didn't say anything else.
“Are you afraid of His Majesty?” Marguerite said softly.
“I am not. He is a good man. But I can sense sometimes that he has a dark side. I fear that...” she trailed off.
“You fear what, my child?”
“I fear if I do not give him a son that he will set me aside like the previous queens.”
Marguerite nodded. “Do you love him?”
Jeanne opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. Marguerite waited patiently for her to speak.
“I fear I do. But when I see what has happened to the other women that have dared to love His Majesty, it scares me. I do want to marry him, but I am afraid he will put me aside.”
Marguerite was quiet. “You must not be afraid. Happiness is so rarely guaranteed to us as women. You must believe that the God Above will bless you and if you please it, your marriage with His Majesty. Sometimes our faith is all that we have,” Marguerite finished.
Jeanne stood and bent in front of Marguerite.
“I will pray,” she said kissing Marguerite's hand.
Marguerite smiled and kissed Jeanne's blonde head.
There was a knock at the door.
“You may enter,” Marguerite called.
The nun from before opened the door. She curtsied.
“Your carriage is waiting, my lady,” she said to Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded before turning to Marguerite.
“I must go. They must miss me at the Palace,” Jeanne said.
Marguerite nodded. “Go with God, my dear.”
Jeanne curtsied. “I will.”
She shut the door behind her. Marguerite sighed and went to the window. She watched as Jeanne walked out into the courtyard and stepped into the Royal carriage.
“God will be with her,” Marguerite said. She just hoped that Jeanne had thought her options. There were so few left to her.