Post by Emile Deveraux on Nov 21, 2017 2:19:08 GMT -5
Nicolette was... not dead, and yet not recovered. Not stable. She was under constant guard, minimally healthy. Just what was going on in Bordelaix? What had happened since they left to put out fires in Vasile? Mariette was taken, Nicolette was... poisoned? His own brother was murdered, his sister beaten, although neither of those events were exactly mysteries. Their numbers were being thinned. Suspicion was a way of life these days. They were fractured more than ever, and now with the whole Kingdom here to witness it. It seemed to him all too perfect for their adversaries, and yet who could have orchestrated all of this chaos?
He didn't know what to do or think. He knew his uncle was returning to Bordelaix before long. He and the contingent was returned. Things at the palace were... halted. Who knew when they would return to normal? And who would lead them now? Antoinette was Nicolette's heir, did that make her their Head of House at present? Did she have a plan? Antoinette was very capable of anger, would she seek to expell all the other nobles from their home and bar the gates? And how was she doing with all of this?
He kept an even closer eye on Martine than before. He rarely ventured from the castle these few days since their return. He couldn't keep his thoughts in a straight line and only seemed to resist the urge to drink himself to oblivion because he felt something had to be done. What that something was... he hoped perhaps Juliette could say. She, the youngest of her sisters, the only one with a hope of still being protected from everything. He felt badly that she had to suffer all of this, and while theirs was more a neutral relation among cousins, maybe he could offer her some comfort.
After breakfast, though eating was more a mimic of the real thing, he sought out the youngest Princess among the royal four. Emile headed towards her quarters first to see if she was among them, before he would venture the remainder of the castle and finally out into the city. He knew she liked to escaped into it, and hardly thought it was safe for her, especially now.
Juliette Deveraux
He didn't know what to do or think. He knew his uncle was returning to Bordelaix before long. He and the contingent was returned. Things at the palace were... halted. Who knew when they would return to normal? And who would lead them now? Antoinette was Nicolette's heir, did that make her their Head of House at present? Did she have a plan? Antoinette was very capable of anger, would she seek to expell all the other nobles from their home and bar the gates? And how was she doing with all of this?
He kept an even closer eye on Martine than before. He rarely ventured from the castle these few days since their return. He couldn't keep his thoughts in a straight line and only seemed to resist the urge to drink himself to oblivion because he felt something had to be done. What that something was... he hoped perhaps Juliette could say. She, the youngest of her sisters, the only one with a hope of still being protected from everything. He felt badly that she had to suffer all of this, and while theirs was more a neutral relation among cousins, maybe he could offer her some comfort.
After breakfast, though eating was more a mimic of the real thing, he sought out the youngest Princess among the royal four. Emile headed towards her quarters first to see if she was among them, before he would venture the remainder of the castle and finally out into the city. He knew she liked to escaped into it, and hardly thought it was safe for her, especially now.
Juliette Deveraux