Post by Nicolette Deveraux on Jun 29, 2015 23:53:26 GMT -5
The past few days had Nicolette's head feeling like it spun dizzily, thanks to one thing after another. Some were of her own doing or of her own design while the responsibility for some rested squarely in the laps of others. Opting not to take dinner with the court after the late afternoon fealty-swearing gathering, she instead decided to seek out her cousin Pascale. Gossip flew through the court on wings flapping as fast as tongues could wag, traveling at a speed so fast it was nigh immeasurable by mortal man. Thus, she had come to learn of the altercation on the dance floor between Pascale and one of their Montenoire guests, then the subsequent relocation of those guests out of Henri's home.
Wanting to hear the truth of it from the man himself, she invited Pascale to call on her in her study during the evening hours. Nicolette was treating this as a casual conversation between family members, having changed out of her court gown into a more comfortably loose dress that Carlotta had made for her. Made of a cool, soft linen dyed in her favorite deep blue, the dress was her favorite for when she did not have to appear official. She left her hair down, welcoming the freedom as she sat behind the broad desk, sorting through papers for Julien to review come the morning.
A pair of guards stood on duty outside of her door, furnished with orders to admit Lord Pascale upon his arrival and ensure they were not disturbed. A tray holding a wine bottle, a pair of glasses and a plate of bread, cheese and fruit waited for them on a table by the cold hearth; Nicolette had a feeling they'd both need a drink before the discussion was over and the food would be welcome as she'd skipped dinner. Now all she lacked was the cousin himself...
Pascale Deveraux