Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 18:41:41 GMT -5
Martine arrival at Vanderhall was not in the fashion expected of a princess, late into the night with no blaring of trumpets. Perhaps such a thing would be looked down upon in hindsight, but it was what she had wanted. Later on, they could have some grand luncheon, dinner, or some other farce to celebrate her arrival if needed, but the Princess had no desire to be paraded about like a wounded deer for the Vasile nobles to sneer and laugh at, a mere distraction from their own sorry state of affairs. The amount of pain Martine was in, thanks to her brother and the journey here, had already taken such a toll on her patience that she could not bring herself to offer any of the nobility here a moment of pity. She would need actual rest before that could happen although the woman wondered what rest she could find in a place as haunted as this one…
By the time they had even reached the castle it was late into the evening, likely many of the castle’s guests were already in bed. Martine would be struggling to find sleep herself were it not for the fact her family had been sent for, or rather some of them. The only one of them she truly wanted to see at the moment was Emile, but surely Jean Luc and Mariette would wish to speak to her as well. Not that she did not wish to eventually see her other family members it was rather that with Emile it was easier to let her composure slip, she did not know what her uncle would do if she started to cry. And while she could insist they could wait until morning to speak, but if no one else knew she was here then it would lessen the chance of their being spies outside the door. Surely Nicolette had sent some form of word to them?
Seated in the room prepared for her, the Princess sipped carefully at a cup of tea Lily had made her trying to steady her own nerves and ease the butterflies in her stomach. Her dosage of the pain remedy had been lessened in the last day by her own command as the woman was trying to save what little dignity she felt she had left. While she welcomed the relief the medicine had brought with the ease of pain the firm control she had over herself was lessened. Part of her, now sitting on the edge of a chair so her healing wounds would remain untouched, regretted the decision as the pain ravaging her body had put her in a foul mood. Even so, she had instructed Clara to help her change into a new dress, a loose fitting white gown that looked more like a summer chemise than anything. It would be easier to remove to in order for her wounds to be treated again after this meeting, bandages changed if necessary, and in case proof was required of her. While there was no doubt in her mind Emile would believe her story she could only hope her others would. When it came to one's own family it was difficult to believe such awful truths, but then again, in reality, the princess did not know what to expect. That thought brought another rush of nervousness as she shakily went to set down the teacup back down on the saucer before going to hand it back to Lily. She was still under strict instructions to watch her movements considering her injuries...
Mariette Deveraux , Jean-Luc Deveraux , Clara Delamara , Emile Deveraux
By the time they had even reached the castle it was late into the evening, likely many of the castle’s guests were already in bed. Martine would be struggling to find sleep herself were it not for the fact her family had been sent for, or rather some of them. The only one of them she truly wanted to see at the moment was Emile, but surely Jean Luc and Mariette would wish to speak to her as well. Not that she did not wish to eventually see her other family members it was rather that with Emile it was easier to let her composure slip, she did not know what her uncle would do if she started to cry. And while she could insist they could wait until morning to speak, but if no one else knew she was here then it would lessen the chance of their being spies outside the door. Surely Nicolette had sent some form of word to them?
Seated in the room prepared for her, the Princess sipped carefully at a cup of tea Lily had made her trying to steady her own nerves and ease the butterflies in her stomach. Her dosage of the pain remedy had been lessened in the last day by her own command as the woman was trying to save what little dignity she felt she had left. While she welcomed the relief the medicine had brought with the ease of pain the firm control she had over herself was lessened. Part of her, now sitting on the edge of a chair so her healing wounds would remain untouched, regretted the decision as the pain ravaging her body had put her in a foul mood. Even so, she had instructed Clara to help her change into a new dress, a loose fitting white gown that looked more like a summer chemise than anything. It would be easier to remove to in order for her wounds to be treated again after this meeting, bandages changed if necessary, and in case proof was required of her. While there was no doubt in her mind Emile would believe her story she could only hope her others would. When it came to one's own family it was difficult to believe such awful truths, but then again, in reality, the princess did not know what to expect. That thought brought another rush of nervousness as she shakily went to set down the teacup back down on the saucer before going to hand it back to Lily. She was still under strict instructions to watch her movements considering her injuries...
Mariette Deveraux , Jean-Luc Deveraux , Clara Delamara , Emile Deveraux