Post by Carlotta Deliambre on Mar 26, 2018 17:44:28 GMT -5
Carlotta had spent the past few months finding herself again. The world continued to move on around her. A new king was coronated and married. A marriage within the Deveraux family took place. A new duke of the family had been declared. Nicolette was recovering and becoming ambulatory once again. Juliette was adjusting to her new life as were the other Deverauxs. Yet, for Carlotta, everything seemed to be moving past her as in a haze. At moments, she was fully aware of what transpired and at others, it all seemed hazy. Lady Annemarie’s treatments were helping in some ways, but Carlotta still struggled occasionally with pain, memory and anger.
It was a beautiful spring day and she should be out enjoying the first warmth of the year, yet she was determined to get her task done. One of Nicolette’s day gowns had been damaged. It was one of her favorites, since it was comfortable and yet fashionable. Though Nicolette was no longer a queen or duchess, Carlotta insisted that Nicolette look her best. Thus, with needle and thread in hand, Carlotta was hard at work making the gown look pristine once again.
As she worked, thoughts started to flow through her mind. Naturally, that fateful night filtered in along with the death of Antoinette. Shortly after, her thoughts turned to more recent events. Rosie had long since moved on from Bordelaix much to Carlotta’s dismay. The woman had been a good friend and particularly indulgent when it came to Carlotta’s needs. In the end, she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised; she was a whore after all and whores did have to follow their business interests. What she had been thinking befriending such a woman, anyway?
The stream of thoughts distracted her and the needle deeply pierced the skin of her finger. She let out a hiss of pain. Suddenly, like a summer storm, a flash of anger rushed through her and she suddenly found herself rending into the gown. The sound of tearing cloth filled the otherwise silent sitting room along with her stifled grunt of unrepentant rage.
She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Several moments passed before she opened them again and looked down at the damage she had done. She brought her finger to her mouth, gently sucking away the blood and mentally prepared for starting over again. Such was life, it seemed.
Clara Delamara
It was a beautiful spring day and she should be out enjoying the first warmth of the year, yet she was determined to get her task done. One of Nicolette’s day gowns had been damaged. It was one of her favorites, since it was comfortable and yet fashionable. Though Nicolette was no longer a queen or duchess, Carlotta insisted that Nicolette look her best. Thus, with needle and thread in hand, Carlotta was hard at work making the gown look pristine once again.
As she worked, thoughts started to flow through her mind. Naturally, that fateful night filtered in along with the death of Antoinette. Shortly after, her thoughts turned to more recent events. Rosie had long since moved on from Bordelaix much to Carlotta’s dismay. The woman had been a good friend and particularly indulgent when it came to Carlotta’s needs. In the end, she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised; she was a whore after all and whores did have to follow their business interests. What she had been thinking befriending such a woman, anyway?
The stream of thoughts distracted her and the needle deeply pierced the skin of her finger. She let out a hiss of pain. Suddenly, like a summer storm, a flash of anger rushed through her and she suddenly found herself rending into the gown. The sound of tearing cloth filled the otherwise silent sitting room along with her stifled grunt of unrepentant rage.
She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. Several moments passed before she opened them again and looked down at the damage she had done. She brought her finger to her mouth, gently sucking away the blood and mentally prepared for starting over again. Such was life, it seemed.
Clara Delamara