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Soot 8 + Acrylic: The Rose of Morelessa
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: The Rose of Morelessa
Timeline: 1103 AW
Colors: Soot 8: sub rosa (trans: under the rose)
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Impression)
Word Count: 531
Summary: Marguerite has a different type of beauty.
Rating: PG
Warnings: How should I warn for this? Objectification of a child...?
Notes: The Marguerite featured in this piece is the younger sister of Henri I, thus making her an aunt of Marguerite or Margot from the later decades. I decided to write about her because though I knew she existed of course, I always forget her name and she's never really appeared in the few stories of Generation B's childhood. So I'm working on displaying all of the royal children from this era.
Marguerite listened without much interest to the Segrian ambassador. Her father was talking to the man, though it seemed that they may have been arguing. Marguerite glanced at her mother. Queen Elisabeth was smiling serenely at the man, but Marguerite could see that the corners of her mouth were slightly turned down.
“His Majesty would like to offer for the Princess Amelie's hand once again,” the Segrian said.
King Jean sighed loudly. As he increased in age, he grew more ornery and not as tolerant as he'd been at the beginning of his reign or so Marguerite had heard her grandmother say.
“The King of the Ibertians has offered for the princess's hand and I have accepted,” Jean said.
The Segrian spluttered and looked toward Queen Elisabeth, a Segrian princess by birth. She smiled but didn't offer to help.
“But the Ibertians are the Mondians sworn enemies! Why would you send such a daughter of yours there?”
“Are you saying I do not know what's best for my child?” Jean asked testily.
“Why of course not, Your Majesty, I only meant to suggest-”
“I'd suggest you keep those to yourself, ambassador.”
The Segrian turned red. He cleared his throat.
“His Majesty is most interested in reaffirming the Mondian-Segrian Alliance,” the Segrian stared again.
“As am I,” Jean said nodding. He turned to his mother, Queen Isabell.
Isabell stepped forward. “Her Majesty and myself have raised the princesses to be the models of womanly virtue. Isn't that right, Elisabeth?”
Queen Elisabeth nodded stiffly. “Yes, my lady.”
“The eldest has been recently married and of course, our Amelie is betrothed to the King of the Ibertians, but our two youngest are unattached as of yet.”
“Which one is the elder?”
“Princess Marguerite.”
The Segrian nodded and looked in the direction of the girls. Marguerite stepped back into Andre, but he gave her a slight shove.
“Marguerite, come into the light dear,” Isabell called to her granddaughter.
Marguerite took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“A little closer, my dear.”
Marguerite walked over to where her grandmother stood and faced forward.
“Ah,” the Segrian said looking closely at her. “She's not as pretty as the blonde one.”
Marguerite stiffened.
“Marguerite has a different type of beauty,” Jean said. “Her beauty is more subtle. She's my rose.”
“Hmmm,” the Segrian ruminated. “I shall have to have a portrait painted and sent to His Majesty.”
“Of course,” Isabell agreed.
The Segrian stepped away from Marguerite. She let out of gust of breath. She could hear them talking to each other.
“You okay, Margaux?” Her little sister, Claude, asked coming up beside her.
Claude took her hand. “It's not so bad. After all, Father won't let us be married for some years yet.”
Marguerite looked down at her sister and smiled. Claude was always trying to make everyone feel better. She loved that about her.
“You're right, Claude.”
Claude smiled. “Maman said we could have strawberry cakes. Let's go to the kitchens.”
Marguerite allowed herself to be led away by Claude. Strawberry cakes could always lighten her days.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: The Rose of Morelessa
Timeline: 1103 AW
Colors: Soot 8: sub rosa (trans: under the rose)
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Impression)
Word Count: 531
Summary: Marguerite has a different type of beauty.
Rating: PG
Warnings: How should I warn for this? Objectification of a child...?
Notes: The Marguerite featured in this piece is the younger sister of Henri I, thus making her an aunt of Marguerite or Margot from the later decades. I decided to write about her because though I knew she existed of course, I always forget her name and she's never really appeared in the few stories of Generation B's childhood. So I'm working on displaying all of the royal children from this era.
Marguerite listened without much interest to the Segrian ambassador. Her father was talking to the man, though it seemed that they may have been arguing. Marguerite glanced at her mother. Queen Elisabeth was smiling serenely at the man, but Marguerite could see that the corners of her mouth were slightly turned down.
“His Majesty would like to offer for the Princess Amelie's hand once again,” the Segrian said.
King Jean sighed loudly. As he increased in age, he grew more ornery and not as tolerant as he'd been at the beginning of his reign or so Marguerite had heard her grandmother say.
“The King of the Ibertians has offered for the princess's hand and I have accepted,” Jean said.
The Segrian spluttered and looked toward Queen Elisabeth, a Segrian princess by birth. She smiled but didn't offer to help.
“But the Ibertians are the Mondians sworn enemies! Why would you send such a daughter of yours there?”
“Are you saying I do not know what's best for my child?” Jean asked testily.
“Why of course not, Your Majesty, I only meant to suggest-”
“I'd suggest you keep those to yourself, ambassador.”
The Segrian turned red. He cleared his throat.
“His Majesty is most interested in reaffirming the Mondian-Segrian Alliance,” the Segrian stared again.
“As am I,” Jean said nodding. He turned to his mother, Queen Isabell.
Isabell stepped forward. “Her Majesty and myself have raised the princesses to be the models of womanly virtue. Isn't that right, Elisabeth?”
Queen Elisabeth nodded stiffly. “Yes, my lady.”
“The eldest has been recently married and of course, our Amelie is betrothed to the King of the Ibertians, but our two youngest are unattached as of yet.”
“Which one is the elder?”
“Princess Marguerite.”
The Segrian nodded and looked in the direction of the girls. Marguerite stepped back into Andre, but he gave her a slight shove.
“Marguerite, come into the light dear,” Isabell called to her granddaughter.
Marguerite took a deep breath and stepped forward.
“A little closer, my dear.”
Marguerite walked over to where her grandmother stood and faced forward.
“Ah,” the Segrian said looking closely at her. “She's not as pretty as the blonde one.”
Marguerite stiffened.
“Marguerite has a different type of beauty,” Jean said. “Her beauty is more subtle. She's my rose.”
“Hmmm,” the Segrian ruminated. “I shall have to have a portrait painted and sent to His Majesty.”
“Of course,” Isabell agreed.
The Segrian stepped away from Marguerite. She let out of gust of breath. She could hear them talking to each other.
“You okay, Margaux?” Her little sister, Claude, asked coming up beside her.
Claude took her hand. “It's not so bad. After all, Father won't let us be married for some years yet.”
Marguerite looked down at her sister and smiled. Claude was always trying to make everyone feel better. She loved that about her.
“You're right, Claude.”
Claude smiled. “Maman said we could have strawberry cakes. Let's go to the kitchens.”
Marguerite allowed herself to be led away by Claude. Strawberry cakes could always lighten her days.
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