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Soot 20: No Pain, No Gain
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: No Pain, No Gain
Timeline: 1119 AW
Colors: Soot 20: Vox nihili (voice of nothing)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 563
Summary: Lady Charlotte attends a ball in her honor, though she isn't quite sure the reason for it. That is until she chances upon the Count of Verste.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: This takes place before Jean Luc (Verste) asks for Charlotte's hand in marriage obviously and before his sister has become queen, but their faction is still quite powerful nonetheless. Charline and Charlotte share both parents while Barbe and her younger sister, Bernadette at the product of the relationship between Charlotte's father and Lady de Grieut.
“Stop being a wallflower, Lottie,” Barbe whispered in her ear.
Charlotte swatted away her sister’s hand. Her father, the Count of Aube, was throwing a ball. He wouldn’t say why, but Charlotte had a feeling it was for her.
“Why are you looking so glum?” Barbe said lightly. “Father is trying to find a husband for you.”
“Ah,” Charlotte said. She should have known.
“You don’t see very excited about that,” Barbe observed.
“Oh?”
“Can you answer me in anything other than one syllable?” Barbe asked irritability
“Yes.”
“Then would you please?”
“No,” Charlotte said allowing herself to grin.
Barbe’s cheeks turned red. She stomped off in the opposite direction.
Charlotte sighed and turned to watch their visitors. She should have noticed that there weren’t many women about. Even her mother wasn’t here, but then the Countess rarely made appearances these days.
“Having fun?”
Charlotte looked up. A man stood in front of her. He was tall, that she noticed right away. His hair reached his shoulders and his eyes were a deep brown.
“I suppose so,” Charlotte said.
He nodded. She waited from him to speak again, but he just watched her.
“Can I help you?” Charlotte asked.
“You’re very direct,” he said.
Charlotte allowed herself to smile albeit slightly.
“Ah and you can smile.”
“Who are you?” Charlotte asked curiously.
“I’m Jean Luc Everart-“
Everart? Wasn’t the Duke of Cadomiselle’s son named Jean Luc and wasn’t his daughter…the King’s mistress?
“So you’ve heard of me,” Jean Luc asked.
“So it seems.”
Jean Luc smiled.
Charlotte looked down at her feet. He kept staring at her and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
“So…why are you here?” Charlotte asked her feet.
“I had come to speak to the Count about business in the capital. I wasn’t aware there would be a party.”
“Oh.”
“How old are you, Charlotte?”
“Sixteen,” she said looking up at him.
“You are very tall.”
Charlotte frowned. She didn’t need him to tell her that she tall. Anyone with eyes could see that.
“So are you, Lord Everart.”
He laughed. He had a nice laugh.
“Everart, there you are!”
Charlotte looked up at the sound of her father’s voice. The Count of Aube was a portly man with pepper colored hair. He rarely smiled, a trait he seemingly passed on to Charlotte.
“Charlotte, I hope you weren’t bothering Verste.”
“No of course not Father.”
“I was just talking to Lady Charlotte,” Jean Luc said well naturedly.
“Charlotte’s not much of talker,” Cyril said knowingly. “Just like her mother.”
Charlotte bit her lip. She stared determinedly ahead.
Jean Luc didn’t respond.
“Shall we discuss business?” Jean Luc asked.
“Yes of course,” Cyril said. “Charlotte behave yourself. They are here for you.”
“Yes Father,” Charlotte said quietly.
Cyril led Jean Luc away. He glanced back at Charlotte once more before turning his full attention to Cyril.
Charlotte’s younger sister, Charline, pranced over.
“What did Father want?” Charline asked in a flowery tone.
“Nothing,” Charlotte said in a disaffected.
Charline looked at her sister skeptically.
“Don’t give me that look, Lina,” Charlotte said.
“You’re so grumpy!” Charline said.
“And you’re a lightweight,” Charlotte said under her breath.
“Better a lightweight than deadweight,” Charline said blowing a kiss before prancing off again.
Charlotte frowned. She would grin and bear the rest of this, just like she did with everything else.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: No Pain, No Gain
Timeline: 1119 AW
Colors: Soot 20: Vox nihili (voice of nothing)
Supplies and Styles: None
Word Count: 563
Summary: Lady Charlotte attends a ball in her honor, though she isn't quite sure the reason for it. That is until she chances upon the Count of Verste.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Notes: This takes place before Jean Luc (Verste) asks for Charlotte's hand in marriage obviously and before his sister has become queen, but their faction is still quite powerful nonetheless. Charline and Charlotte share both parents while Barbe and her younger sister, Bernadette at the product of the relationship between Charlotte's father and Lady de Grieut.
“Stop being a wallflower, Lottie,” Barbe whispered in her ear.
Charlotte swatted away her sister’s hand. Her father, the Count of Aube, was throwing a ball. He wouldn’t say why, but Charlotte had a feeling it was for her.
“Why are you looking so glum?” Barbe said lightly. “Father is trying to find a husband for you.”
“Ah,” Charlotte said. She should have known.
“You don’t see very excited about that,” Barbe observed.
“Oh?”
“Can you answer me in anything other than one syllable?” Barbe asked irritability
“Yes.”
“Then would you please?”
“No,” Charlotte said allowing herself to grin.
Barbe’s cheeks turned red. She stomped off in the opposite direction.
Charlotte sighed and turned to watch their visitors. She should have noticed that there weren’t many women about. Even her mother wasn’t here, but then the Countess rarely made appearances these days.
“Having fun?”
Charlotte looked up. A man stood in front of her. He was tall, that she noticed right away. His hair reached his shoulders and his eyes were a deep brown.
“I suppose so,” Charlotte said.
He nodded. She waited from him to speak again, but he just watched her.
“Can I help you?” Charlotte asked.
“You’re very direct,” he said.
Charlotte allowed herself to smile albeit slightly.
“Ah and you can smile.”
“Who are you?” Charlotte asked curiously.
“I’m Jean Luc Everart-“
Everart? Wasn’t the Duke of Cadomiselle’s son named Jean Luc and wasn’t his daughter…the King’s mistress?
“So you’ve heard of me,” Jean Luc asked.
“So it seems.”
Jean Luc smiled.
Charlotte looked down at her feet. He kept staring at her and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
“So…why are you here?” Charlotte asked her feet.
“I had come to speak to the Count about business in the capital. I wasn’t aware there would be a party.”
“Oh.”
“How old are you, Charlotte?”
“Sixteen,” she said looking up at him.
“You are very tall.”
Charlotte frowned. She didn’t need him to tell her that she tall. Anyone with eyes could see that.
“So are you, Lord Everart.”
He laughed. He had a nice laugh.
“Everart, there you are!”
Charlotte looked up at the sound of her father’s voice. The Count of Aube was a portly man with pepper colored hair. He rarely smiled, a trait he seemingly passed on to Charlotte.
“Charlotte, I hope you weren’t bothering Verste.”
“No of course not Father.”
“I was just talking to Lady Charlotte,” Jean Luc said well naturedly.
“Charlotte’s not much of talker,” Cyril said knowingly. “Just like her mother.”
Charlotte bit her lip. She stared determinedly ahead.
Jean Luc didn’t respond.
“Shall we discuss business?” Jean Luc asked.
“Yes of course,” Cyril said. “Charlotte behave yourself. They are here for you.”
“Yes Father,” Charlotte said quietly.
Cyril led Jean Luc away. He glanced back at Charlotte once more before turning his full attention to Cyril.
Charlotte’s younger sister, Charline, pranced over.
“What did Father want?” Charline asked in a flowery tone.
“Nothing,” Charlotte said in a disaffected.
Charline looked at her sister skeptically.
“Don’t give me that look, Lina,” Charlotte said.
“You’re so grumpy!” Charline said.
“And you’re a lightweight,” Charlotte said under her breath.
“Better a lightweight than deadweight,” Charline said blowing a kiss before prancing off again.
Charlotte frowned. She would grin and bear the rest of this, just like she did with everything else.
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