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True Blue 13, Tea Rose 23+ Pastels: The New Normal
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: The New Normal
Timeline: 1128 AW
Colors: True Blue 13: Trust, Tea Rose 23: My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (I1: sore throat from my cottoncandy_bingo card and I3: secret relationship from my trope bingo card)
Word Count: 673
Summary: She was hiding something from him, but what?
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Around the time this takes place Henri has been married to Analise for about seven months or so? I'm estimating. Marie is about 20 in this piece. She and Jehann have pledged themselves to each other, but they are not betrothed. I guess you could say they are in a romantic friendship at this point.
“His Majesty will see you now,” the guard said.
He nodded to her and opened the bedroom door. Marie stepped inside. The outer rooms were darkened. As she walked back to the main bedroom, she realized she had never been in her father’s apartments before.
She knocked quietly on the main chamber’s door.
“Come in,” came a female’s voice.
Marie opened the door and saw her latest step-mother, Analise of Konte, sitting at her husband’s bedside.
“How is he?”
“I believe he has the flu, though I think he’s exaggerating on how bad it is,” Analise said putting a cool cloth to Henri’s head.
“I am not exaggerating, Analise,” Henri said in a scratchy voice. “I feel awful.”
Analise smiled.
“I’ll take over for the next hour,” Marie said. “You shouldn’t be in here too long, Your Majesty, what with your condition.”
Analise’s hand went to her protruding belly. She nodded and stood up.
“The physician will be here to look in about two hours,” Analise said as she passed her.
Marie sat down next to her father. His eyes were closed and he had dark circles under his eyes. She had never seen her father like this. He’d never gotten sick when she’d been a girl or if he did he must have holed up in his chambers like he was now.
She placed the cloth in the cool water and then placed it over her father’s forehead.
“You’re such a good girl, Marie-Therese,” Henri said softly without opening his eyes. “You’ve always been.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Henri turned his head towards her voice. He opened his eyes.
“You should be married by now. You are almost to your twentieth birthday.”
Marie smiled. “I think I shall never marry, Father. Maybe I shall go to a convent?”
Henri laughed softly. “You are too beautiful to be sequestered. You are the jewel of the dynasty. I’ll arrange an advantageous marriage for you.”
“You are sick, Father. Rest and speak no more of these things.”
Henri watched his eldest daughter. She had the look of her maternal ancestors. She was almost an exact copy of Isabelle of Grobe, except for her eyes. She had his eyes.
“Do you not wish to marry?”
Marie smiled at her father. “Of course, I wish to marry Father. I wish to have a family of my own someday.”
“Then I will arrange a marriage for you. You could your choice of any Adeodatian prince.”
“Father!”
“Marie-Therese, I sense there is something that you are not telling me,” Henri said.
Henri stared into his daughter’s blue eyes. She was hiding something from him. There had been a time when she told him everything. She had even once confided in him that he was her favorite parent. What had went wrong in their relationship?
“Tell me,” Henri said.
“Father, you aren’t in your right mind. You’re feverish.”
“Marie, I am your father. You cannot hide from me.”
Marie sighed and clasped her hands. She so wanted to tell her father. She wanted to tell him about Jehann, her love for him, her desire to marry him. She wanted to tell her father everything she had been keeping inside for some twelve years.
“It’s…”
“Yes?”
“I love someone,” Marie said finally.
Henri sat up in the bed. He waited for Marie to continue.
“Who?”
“I’d rather keep that to myself, Father.”
Henri sighed. “I’ll allow you that for now.”
Marie lowered her head. “Thank you, Father.”
“Does he love you back?”
“Yes, Father.”
Henri nodded. “I see.”
The room was quiet as Henri looked passed his daughter and Marie continued to stare at her clasped hands.
“You’re my eldest, Marie-Therese. You are of an age to marry. Marriage isn’t…marriage isn’t something people of our rank do out of love.”
“I know, Father.”
Henri sighed.
Marie turned back to the bowl of cool water. “Are you hot, Father?”
“Yes, I am,” Henri said lying back down.
Marie dipped the towel in the water and for the moment everything was back to normal.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: The New Normal
Timeline: 1128 AW
Colors: True Blue 13: Trust, Tea Rose 23: My sore throats are always worse than anyone's.
Supplies and Styles: Pastels (I1: sore throat from my cottoncandy_bingo card and I3: secret relationship from my trope bingo card)
Word Count: 673
Summary: She was hiding something from him, but what?
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Around the time this takes place Henri has been married to Analise for about seven months or so? I'm estimating. Marie is about 20 in this piece. She and Jehann have pledged themselves to each other, but they are not betrothed. I guess you could say they are in a romantic friendship at this point.
“His Majesty will see you now,” the guard said.
He nodded to her and opened the bedroom door. Marie stepped inside. The outer rooms were darkened. As she walked back to the main bedroom, she realized she had never been in her father’s apartments before.
She knocked quietly on the main chamber’s door.
“Come in,” came a female’s voice.
Marie opened the door and saw her latest step-mother, Analise of Konte, sitting at her husband’s bedside.
“How is he?”
“I believe he has the flu, though I think he’s exaggerating on how bad it is,” Analise said putting a cool cloth to Henri’s head.
“I am not exaggerating, Analise,” Henri said in a scratchy voice. “I feel awful.”
Analise smiled.
“I’ll take over for the next hour,” Marie said. “You shouldn’t be in here too long, Your Majesty, what with your condition.”
Analise’s hand went to her protruding belly. She nodded and stood up.
“The physician will be here to look in about two hours,” Analise said as she passed her.
Marie sat down next to her father. His eyes were closed and he had dark circles under his eyes. She had never seen her father like this. He’d never gotten sick when she’d been a girl or if he did he must have holed up in his chambers like he was now.
She placed the cloth in the cool water and then placed it over her father’s forehead.
“You’re such a good girl, Marie-Therese,” Henri said softly without opening his eyes. “You’ve always been.”
“Thank you, Father.”
Henri turned his head towards her voice. He opened his eyes.
“You should be married by now. You are almost to your twentieth birthday.”
Marie smiled. “I think I shall never marry, Father. Maybe I shall go to a convent?”
Henri laughed softly. “You are too beautiful to be sequestered. You are the jewel of the dynasty. I’ll arrange an advantageous marriage for you.”
“You are sick, Father. Rest and speak no more of these things.”
Henri watched his eldest daughter. She had the look of her maternal ancestors. She was almost an exact copy of Isabelle of Grobe, except for her eyes. She had his eyes.
“Do you not wish to marry?”
Marie smiled at her father. “Of course, I wish to marry Father. I wish to have a family of my own someday.”
“Then I will arrange a marriage for you. You could your choice of any Adeodatian prince.”
“Father!”
“Marie-Therese, I sense there is something that you are not telling me,” Henri said.
Henri stared into his daughter’s blue eyes. She was hiding something from him. There had been a time when she told him everything. She had even once confided in him that he was her favorite parent. What had went wrong in their relationship?
“Tell me,” Henri said.
“Father, you aren’t in your right mind. You’re feverish.”
“Marie, I am your father. You cannot hide from me.”
Marie sighed and clasped her hands. She so wanted to tell her father. She wanted to tell him about Jehann, her love for him, her desire to marry him. She wanted to tell her father everything she had been keeping inside for some twelve years.
“It’s…”
“Yes?”
“I love someone,” Marie said finally.
Henri sat up in the bed. He waited for Marie to continue.
“Who?”
“I’d rather keep that to myself, Father.”
Henri sighed. “I’ll allow you that for now.”
Marie lowered her head. “Thank you, Father.”
“Does he love you back?”
“Yes, Father.”
Henri nodded. “I see.”
The room was quiet as Henri looked passed his daughter and Marie continued to stare at her clasped hands.
“You’re my eldest, Marie-Therese. You are of an age to marry. Marriage isn’t…marriage isn’t something people of our rank do out of love.”
“I know, Father.”
Henri sighed.
Marie turned back to the bowl of cool water. “Are you hot, Father?”
“Yes, I am,” Henri said lying back down.
Marie dipped the towel in the water and for the moment everything was back to normal.
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