Post by Nicolette Deveraux on Jan 2, 2018 19:24:38 GMT -5
Such a strange feeling, hovering between life and death. Nicolette had never experienced anything like it, prayed that she never would again. Was this the uncertain sensation that her father knew in the days before his murder? It was nothing like the shocking, swift end that came to Antoinette, she knew.
How had it all gone so wrong, so quickly? Questions upon questions piled in her mind in the few hours that she was awaken, but no answers came. There were holes now - holes in her heart, holes in her memory, holes in her life - that would never be fully filled again. Her father was dead. One sister was dead. One sister was taken, likely never to return. One sister left, one Nicolette dreaded allowing near for fear she would lose her too. Cousins were dead. Her uncle, a traitor. A murderer. Dead.
She would not mourn Benoit. If she had the strength, she would attend his execution and then dance on his grave for the evil he'd unleashed upon her family and the Kingdom. No longer her Kingdom now, thanks to Benoit. His ill-fated plot opened the doors of Lavande and Bordelaix itself wide to the Sandovals, allowing them to sweep in and seize power while she hovered between life and death, while Jean-Luc raced back from Vasile, only to find he was too late.
For over a week, Nicolette remained unconscious thanks to the poison that Benoit administered. His deliberate effort to prevent any life-preserving treatment ensured that she would endure lingering effects for the remainder of her days, though she did not know just how extensive those effects would be. Today was the first day in which she was allowed a visit from her sister Juliette and her uncle Jean-Luc, in which she would be able to take stock of just how widespread the destruction was.
In the aftermath of such death and dishonor, how could they hope to go on?
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Jean-Luc Deveraux, @juliettedeveraux