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Dove Grey 4+ Novelty Beads, Frame: Heirs
Name: Destiny
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Heirs
Timeline: 1504 AW
Colors: Dove Grey 4: He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Postmodernism challenge: growing up strong) and Frame (300 years after current time)
Word Count: 209
Summary: King Frederic and his mother watch the future monarch of Monde.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Frederic is the second eldest son of Jean XVII of Monde and Isadore. His elder brother also called Jean was the king before him. Victorie's father was the third eldest son.
Queen Dowager Isadore watched her small granddaughter play in the garden. She wasn’t aware that her son, King Frederic, was had arrived.
“She’s a beautiful child,” Frederic said.
“Yes,” Isadore said. “But is she healthy enough?”
“I don’t think the princess would let Victorie out of the nursery is she wasn’t healthy enough,” Frederic said speaking of his sister-in-law.
Isadore rubbed her hands together. “I suppose so, but the child is entirely too small for her age.”
“Edmond was rather on the scrappy side,” Frederic said referring to Victorie’s father.
Isadore allowed a smile to grace her face. Yes, Edmond had been scrappy, but he had made up for it in determination.
“She’s doing fine,” Frederic reassured his mother.
Isadore turned to her son.
“You should think of divorcing that woman and getting a legitimate child of your own,” Isadore said disapprovingly. It was well known that she didn’t think highly of Frederic’s queen, Elene.
Frederic sighed deeply. “Mother!”
“She’ll never bear you a child, Frederic. She’s far too old,” Isadore sniffed.
Frederic grimaced. “I think I hear someone calling for me.”
He turned away.
“Frederic, I wasn’t done speaking to you-,“Isadore called but Frederic had left the garden.
Isadore shook her head and turned back to watch Victorie.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive/Index/Timelines)
Title: Heirs
Timeline: 1504 AW
Colors: Dove Grey 4: He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.
Supplies and Styles: Novelty Beads (Postmodernism challenge: growing up strong) and Frame (300 years after current time)
Word Count: 209
Summary: King Frederic and his mother watch the future monarch of Monde.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: Frederic is the second eldest son of Jean XVII of Monde and Isadore. His elder brother also called Jean was the king before him. Victorie's father was the third eldest son.
Queen Dowager Isadore watched her small granddaughter play in the garden. She wasn’t aware that her son, King Frederic, was had arrived.
“She’s a beautiful child,” Frederic said.
“Yes,” Isadore said. “But is she healthy enough?”
“I don’t think the princess would let Victorie out of the nursery is she wasn’t healthy enough,” Frederic said speaking of his sister-in-law.
Isadore rubbed her hands together. “I suppose so, but the child is entirely too small for her age.”
“Edmond was rather on the scrappy side,” Frederic said referring to Victorie’s father.
Isadore allowed a smile to grace her face. Yes, Edmond had been scrappy, but he had made up for it in determination.
“She’s doing fine,” Frederic reassured his mother.
Isadore turned to her son.
“You should think of divorcing that woman and getting a legitimate child of your own,” Isadore said disapprovingly. It was well known that she didn’t think highly of Frederic’s queen, Elene.
Frederic sighed deeply. “Mother!”
“She’ll never bear you a child, Frederic. She’s far too old,” Isadore sniffed.
Frederic grimaced. “I think I hear someone calling for me.”
He turned away.
“Frederic, I wasn’t done speaking to you-,“Isadore called but Frederic had left the garden.
Isadore shook her head and turned back to watch Victorie.
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