Post by Nicolette Deveraux on Nov 20, 2016 0:17:39 GMT -5
Waiting for her sister in the sitting room, Nicolette could not be still. Her mind was thoroughly disquieted, her temper roused nearly beyond the thin vestige of control that kept her in check until Martine was in capable hands and she could get free to vent her fury without causing the nearly-shattered young woman further distress. Pacing like a caged lioness, the Crown Princess was muttering darkly under her breath as her mind raced with possible courses of action and how to bring them about.
Skirts flared around her ankles with each crisp pivot to retrace her path across the carpeted floor. Despite the late hour, she was still dressed, her hair still coiled and pinned in place. Water and blood stained the fabric, but Nicolette did not appear to notice. Instead, she stole occasional glances towards the door by which her sister would enter the room, partially dreading the news that she had to impart to Antoinette. Not only would this prove the ultimate betrayal of that last hope in Stephane, she felt sure, but the required reactions would only prove salt in the wound for her sister.
It could not be helped, unfortunately. Stephane had gone too far this time and there was no way out of taking decisive action. It also meant that she would have to deal with Benoit as well, the prospect of which Nicolette did not shirk admitting she dreaded, yet what possible excuse could he offer to justify the savagery displayed by one of his children towards another? Her head shook as she finally came to a halt, fingers pressing into her eyes.
How in the name of the Architect had their family come to this?
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