Post by Mariette Deveraux on Feb 14, 2015 9:21:21 GMT -5
In the few days since her safe return to the bosom of her family, Mariette did not venture far from the room granted her or from the castle itself. The ambush gave her a good scare, enough that her usual sunshine did not beam as brightly as normal, nor did the light travel half so far. The little firefly seemed eclipsed, though she did not hide herself away. That was not acceptable behavior for a Deveraux daughter, and she knew it. They were guests, they had duties, obligations and responsibilities to uphold no matter what occurred.
That did not mean that the third Deveraux daughter was not affected by what occurred; if anything, she felt she'd grown more mature on a sadder and wiser level for the experience. The lesson imposed upon her by the matter showed her that the time had come to take her role in the family far more seriously. Nicolette was the heir, the future queen, Antoinette her heir, but that did not mean she did not have a role to fulfill. The time had come to discover what that place was and attempt a graceful acceptance of it, even though Mariette had mixed feelings on the matter of marriage. Those feelings were discussed with no one, however.
The routine that began in Vasile continued on in Lockewood where Mariette presented herself to Antoinette early in the morning for instruction in appropriate attire and appearance. She had not really been seen or heard from in the past two days but it was time to rejoin the world... and hear what her sister had to say. Knowing Antoinette, that would be plenty, yet Mariette reminded herself she was no coward. Taking a moment to wash the sleep from her face and eyes, she slipped into a dressing gown and went to approach her sister's door to knock lightly.
This, she knew, was what it meant to take her place. Good or bad, right or wrong, brave or fearful, it was time.
@antoinettedeveraux