Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2015 20:17:17 GMT -5
The Chateau of her extended family was… quite grand, to say the least. Nathalie had been in residence less than a day and had somehow managed to get lost twice already. Of course, the familial home of the Remingtons, in Montenoir, was equally vast. But she had grown up there, and so it was as familiar to her as the back of her hand. This was not to say that she and her immediate family had actually lived within the walls of the castle there – they were, after all, foreigners in that kingdom. But what with her father being an important diplomat, and her siblings being friends with the various children of the king, she had spent a very good deal of her days in any of its many, many rooms. She could have walked the corridors blindfolded, with ease, and being in this new – to her – warren of chambers and passages was a bit frustrating.
Now, if she’d had the place all to herself, that would have been a different story. She’d have loved to poke about and explore every nook and cranny. But as the place was full to bursting with visiting dignitaries, all come for the coronation, she could hardly go peeking and peering into occupied rooms. Instead, on the few occasions so far, when she had found herself unaccompanied, she had trodden down seeming miles of carpeted halls and climbed countless stairs, only to have to back track and begin anew.
However, with the sun shining brightly on her pale freckles, her nose tilted to its comforting warmth, she knew she had not gone astray this time. A cousin - one of many – had pointed her towards the gardens, and it was there she went, to seek some solitude and quiet. She and her father and siblings were sharing space – much less space than they were accustomed to. And she found wherever she sat, she was made to get up, so someone else could sit. Even her sister had asked for some privacy in their shared boudoir. So, book in hand, Nathalie had asked her father’s permission to go read in the gardens and he had given his distracted assent.
This time she had not gone wrong, and stepping out into the sunlit afternoon, she determined to walk a bit before choosing a place to plant herself for a few hours. She had no obligations and would not be missed until it was close to the time to prepare to dine. With a small smile on her placid face, she wandered about a bit, enjoying the late summer blooms – especially the roses – and keeping an eye open for a likely place to sit.
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Now, if she’d had the place all to herself, that would have been a different story. She’d have loved to poke about and explore every nook and cranny. But as the place was full to bursting with visiting dignitaries, all come for the coronation, she could hardly go peeking and peering into occupied rooms. Instead, on the few occasions so far, when she had found herself unaccompanied, she had trodden down seeming miles of carpeted halls and climbed countless stairs, only to have to back track and begin anew.
However, with the sun shining brightly on her pale freckles, her nose tilted to its comforting warmth, she knew she had not gone astray this time. A cousin - one of many – had pointed her towards the gardens, and it was there she went, to seek some solitude and quiet. She and her father and siblings were sharing space – much less space than they were accustomed to. And she found wherever she sat, she was made to get up, so someone else could sit. Even her sister had asked for some privacy in their shared boudoir. So, book in hand, Nathalie had asked her father’s permission to go read in the gardens and he had given his distracted assent.
This time she had not gone wrong, and stepping out into the sunlit afternoon, she determined to walk a bit before choosing a place to plant herself for a few hours. She had no obligations and would not be missed until it was close to the time to prepare to dine. With a small smile on her placid face, she wandered about a bit, enjoying the late summer blooms – especially the roses – and keeping an eye open for a likely place to sit.
@sebastiansandoval