Post by Deleted on May 22, 2016 11:03:32 GMT -5
Having barely slept the night before, for he had not been able to push the muddle of thoughts and planning from his mind long enough for sleep to claim him. Ideas and rumours and thought seemed to buzz most uncontrolled through his brain… Julien was not certain of anything anymore…and each plan he made seemed scuppered by the unexpected interaction or reliance on another… He found trusting Dukes to behave as they were expected to do so a difficult feat. Men were men, they were untamed and uncouth and often did not think with their brains. Which of course, was how Julien felt himself set apart from the general populace of men that surrounded him. Why? Because Julien was a thinker…. Even if thinking kept him awake.
He had rose from his bed in the middle of the night in order to peruse the family archives and he had drawn some conclusions he felt fitting. Part of his duty was to advise his lady cousin, he had no expectations that she take his advice, but rather Julien had taken to presenting her with options and possibilities and with as much information as possible. It was his honour and duty to peruse the mountain of parchment, to question the Royal Scribes and Librarians for information and then feedback thoughtful and succinct reports to the woman. He had read and written and read a little more long into the darkness and when the darkness turned to daylight he was decided that he needed to get out of the stuffy study.
A walk seemed a necessary fix, and perhaps it would be enough to ware out his mind and allow him to sleep for an hour or two that afternoon.
Dressed smartly, impeccably so, there was not a hair out of place despite his sleepless night. Julien was, as always, incredibly well presented and turned out. His uniform tunic was clean, brushed and straightened against his slender frame, and he wore the flower badge of House Deveraux with an untold amount of pride- as always. Even his boots were smart and polished. His father was a military man, something that Jean-Luc had passed onto Julien was the neat, orderly manner imposed by a life-time of service. It was something, amongst the vast array of nothings, which they had in common… He was escorted by two guards, knights, and took a stroll to clear his head.
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He had rose from his bed in the middle of the night in order to peruse the family archives and he had drawn some conclusions he felt fitting. Part of his duty was to advise his lady cousin, he had no expectations that she take his advice, but rather Julien had taken to presenting her with options and possibilities and with as much information as possible. It was his honour and duty to peruse the mountain of parchment, to question the Royal Scribes and Librarians for information and then feedback thoughtful and succinct reports to the woman. He had read and written and read a little more long into the darkness and when the darkness turned to daylight he was decided that he needed to get out of the stuffy study.
A walk seemed a necessary fix, and perhaps it would be enough to ware out his mind and allow him to sleep for an hour or two that afternoon.
Dressed smartly, impeccably so, there was not a hair out of place despite his sleepless night. Julien was, as always, incredibly well presented and turned out. His uniform tunic was clean, brushed and straightened against his slender frame, and he wore the flower badge of House Deveraux with an untold amount of pride- as always. Even his boots were smart and polished. His father was a military man, something that Jean-Luc had passed onto Julien was the neat, orderly manner imposed by a life-time of service. It was something, amongst the vast array of nothings, which they had in common… He was escorted by two guards, knights, and took a stroll to clear his head.
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