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Entry tags:
Fluorite 18 + Brush: Daydream Believer
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Daydream Believer
Timeline: 1136 AW
Colors: Fluorite 18: Working/Daydreaming
Supplies and Styles: Brush (tchotchke: knickknack; trinket)
Word Count: 593
Summary: While attending lessons, the royal children are surprised with gifts from their father.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Abigail is about 7 in this, Prince Henri is 9, Marguerite is 15, Elisabeth is 16. The war that Abigail mentions is being fought against Alesha. Abigail's parents have been divorced for about 4 years when this takes place? Her mother is of the Melopist religion while Henri might be a Passa Brondian, but his personal religious beliefs are really up in the air.
Abigail sighed as she fiddled with the brooch she wore. Grandmere Lisbet insisted she wear a brooch; especially now with Abigail’s father fighting alongside his men in the war. What wearing a brooch had to do with that, Abigail wasn’t so sure.
“Princess Abigail, your hands are not moving. Am I correct that you are not working?”
Abigail glanced at her tutor. He was an old man, so she supposed he would know everything there was to know in the world.
“I was just taking a break,” Abigail said.
He smiled. “Breaks make for faulty minds.”
He turned away to speak with her brother, Prince Henri. Henri’s head was bent over a book. He turned a page and caught her watching him, he stuck his tongue out.
Abigail turned away and looked down at her paper. She was supposed to be writing something or another on Stefan. But she had grown tired of Stefan Alcheri’s exploits.
She wondered what her father was doing. Was he alright? He often wrote to the Queen and to her grandmother, but so far Abigail hadn’t received a word from him.
There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it!” Elisabeth said jumping out of her seat.
Elisabeth ran to the door and opened it. A servant stood there with several packages.
“Princess, aren’t you going to let him inside?”
“No, I was just going to let him stand there,” Elisabeth shot back, but she stepped aside.
“What is all this?” Marguerite said as the man placed the packages on the table.
“It is from His Majesty,” the servant said. “Gifts for the children.”
“Oh Papa!” Marguerite squealed. “Only a man such as Papa would think of gifts in wartime.”
Henri rolled his eyes and reached for one.
“Here snotsucker this one is for you,” Henri said pushing a package towards her.
“Prince Henri, you mustn’t speak to a lady like that!” Their tutor said.
“I thought I wasn’t,” Henri said reaching for another.
Abigail glared at her brother. She turned away from the others and opened her package.
Inside was a figurine. She could tell it was supposed to be of the Holy Mother, but she was dressed in bright colors and the figurine looked quite different from those she had seen of her grandmother and elder sister.
“How pretty,” Marguerite said over her shoulder.
Abigail nodded. “It is…but…”
“What?”
“I don’t know if I should keep it.”
“It’s a gift from father,” Marguerite said firmly. “Of course you should keep it.”
“But Margot, this…I don’t think Maman would like for me to have something like this.”
“Ah,” Marguerite said, a look of understanding forming on her face, “When was the last time you saw the princess?”
“About a week ago or so,” Abigail said softly.
“I don’t think Analise would mind if you kept it. After all it’s from Papa and…”
Abigail nodded. Her parents were cordial, but they didn’t talk much. Her father left most of the nuisances of child raising to his wife, whoever that might be at the moment.
Abigail bit her lip. “I’ll keep it. Like you said it is from Papa and Maman will understand.”
Marguerite smiled. “Of course she will.”
“Your lessons are over for the day,” the tutor said.
“Margot, I’ll see you later,” Elisabeth said with a slight wave before leaving the room.
Henri clutched his gift and went to speak with their tutor.
Abigail and Marguerite left the room together. They didn’t speak, but Abigail felt that they didn’t need to. Everything had already been said.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Daydream Believer
Timeline: 1136 AW
Colors: Fluorite 18: Working/Daydreaming
Supplies and Styles: Brush (tchotchke: knickknack; trinket)
Word Count: 593
Summary: While attending lessons, the royal children are surprised with gifts from their father.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Abigail is about 7 in this, Prince Henri is 9, Marguerite is 15, Elisabeth is 16. The war that Abigail mentions is being fought against Alesha. Abigail's parents have been divorced for about 4 years when this takes place? Her mother is of the Melopist religion while Henri might be a Passa Brondian, but his personal religious beliefs are really up in the air.
Abigail sighed as she fiddled with the brooch she wore. Grandmere Lisbet insisted she wear a brooch; especially now with Abigail’s father fighting alongside his men in the war. What wearing a brooch had to do with that, Abigail wasn’t so sure.
“Princess Abigail, your hands are not moving. Am I correct that you are not working?”
Abigail glanced at her tutor. He was an old man, so she supposed he would know everything there was to know in the world.
“I was just taking a break,” Abigail said.
He smiled. “Breaks make for faulty minds.”
He turned away to speak with her brother, Prince Henri. Henri’s head was bent over a book. He turned a page and caught her watching him, he stuck his tongue out.
Abigail turned away and looked down at her paper. She was supposed to be writing something or another on Stefan. But she had grown tired of Stefan Alcheri’s exploits.
She wondered what her father was doing. Was he alright? He often wrote to the Queen and to her grandmother, but so far Abigail hadn’t received a word from him.
There was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it!” Elisabeth said jumping out of her seat.
Elisabeth ran to the door and opened it. A servant stood there with several packages.
“Princess, aren’t you going to let him inside?”
“No, I was just going to let him stand there,” Elisabeth shot back, but she stepped aside.
“What is all this?” Marguerite said as the man placed the packages on the table.
“It is from His Majesty,” the servant said. “Gifts for the children.”
“Oh Papa!” Marguerite squealed. “Only a man such as Papa would think of gifts in wartime.”
Henri rolled his eyes and reached for one.
“Here snotsucker this one is for you,” Henri said pushing a package towards her.
“Prince Henri, you mustn’t speak to a lady like that!” Their tutor said.
“I thought I wasn’t,” Henri said reaching for another.
Abigail glared at her brother. She turned away from the others and opened her package.
Inside was a figurine. She could tell it was supposed to be of the Holy Mother, but she was dressed in bright colors and the figurine looked quite different from those she had seen of her grandmother and elder sister.
“How pretty,” Marguerite said over her shoulder.
Abigail nodded. “It is…but…”
“What?”
“I don’t know if I should keep it.”
“It’s a gift from father,” Marguerite said firmly. “Of course you should keep it.”
“But Margot, this…I don’t think Maman would like for me to have something like this.”
“Ah,” Marguerite said, a look of understanding forming on her face, “When was the last time you saw the princess?”
“About a week ago or so,” Abigail said softly.
“I don’t think Analise would mind if you kept it. After all it’s from Papa and…”
Abigail nodded. Her parents were cordial, but they didn’t talk much. Her father left most of the nuisances of child raising to his wife, whoever that might be at the moment.
Abigail bit her lip. “I’ll keep it. Like you said it is from Papa and Maman will understand.”
Marguerite smiled. “Of course she will.”
“Your lessons are over for the day,” the tutor said.
“Margot, I’ll see you later,” Elisabeth said with a slight wave before leaving the room.
Henri clutched his gift and went to speak with their tutor.
Abigail and Marguerite left the room together. They didn’t speak, but Abigail felt that they didn’t need to. Everything had already been said.
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