Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 17:42:21 GMT -5
In relative time, the Deveraux Princesses had not been gone long from their home city and the chateau that raised them; their trip across the lowlands likely feeling far more arduous and distant than it actually was. But Antoinette, who did love Bordelaix and yet often felt stifled by it, nonetheless had enjoyed an immediate sense of return to herself -- there was a safety in being home, on frequently traveled ground. The castle itself might have been old hat to Antoinette, for her years of sneaking about and traipsing through the grounds with her cousins; but upon their return, just a few days before, the Princess had been overcome with the comfort of knowing a place, so well.
It was theirs. Theirs, to keep -- if they managed the next few months.
As it were, the Deveraux Princess was in surprisingly good spirits, even though she had left Lockwood in a rather sour disposition a week before; some sort of dark cloud over her countenance that dissipated, however slowly, as they approached Bordelaix.
And now the coronation was upon them, in just a few days time; and although most of Antoinette's wardrobe for these functions was currently being finished, by a few selected seamstresses under Carlotta Deliambre's supervision -- and her most important gowns, beneath Carlotta's own skilled hands -- Antoinette still looked to the wardrobe she left behind in her travels, with all the passion of a returned lover, lost at sea.
The air was still warm in the city, wafting through with a fragrant breeze; and it filled Antoinette's adjoining chamber, the one reserved entirely for her dresses and frills; the windows cast wide as possible, hoping to air out what was left of the dust and stagnancy from their time away. It was there that the heir Princess could be found; in a rather simple gown for the day, a pleasant smile on her face, sifting through her many dresses...
It was theirs. Theirs, to keep -- if they managed the next few months.
As it were, the Deveraux Princess was in surprisingly good spirits, even though she had left Lockwood in a rather sour disposition a week before; some sort of dark cloud over her countenance that dissipated, however slowly, as they approached Bordelaix.
And now the coronation was upon them, in just a few days time; and although most of Antoinette's wardrobe for these functions was currently being finished, by a few selected seamstresses under Carlotta Deliambre's supervision -- and her most important gowns, beneath Carlotta's own skilled hands -- Antoinette still looked to the wardrobe she left behind in her travels, with all the passion of a returned lover, lost at sea.
The air was still warm in the city, wafting through with a fragrant breeze; and it filled Antoinette's adjoining chamber, the one reserved entirely for her dresses and frills; the windows cast wide as possible, hoping to air out what was left of the dust and stagnancy from their time away. It was there that the heir Princess could be found; in a rather simple gown for the day, a pleasant smile on her face, sifting through her many dresses...