Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 10:11:14 GMT -5
There was only a small part in the thick curtains that covered the windows of the Crown Princess' chambers, but what little light that was allowed to spill forth was certainly bright; cutting a straight path across the floor, a golden path marked out along the length of the room. From where she sat, at the head of Nicolette's bed, Antoinette's blue eyes watched the dust motes float in this cavalcade of light, her gaze on an unfixed point.
The hour was rather early, but the Deveraux sisters were awake, while most of the household would fall into rising shortly after -- for today was the coronation ceremony.
Antoinette had come whisking herself into her elder sister's chamber nearly a half hour before, and now she sat at the head of Crown Princess' bed, her back against the fluffed pillows, her slender legs tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around her knees, clad still only in her thin dressing gown; her chin pressed to the top of one knee. She looked far more like a child than the grown woman she was, her lithe form curled in upon itself, long blonde hair left wild and free down her back in these early morning hours; but her eyes were awake, and bright; and after a moment, reverted themselves to Nicolette, who stood across the room -- starting the long, laborious (and slightly inflicted, on Antoinette's part) process of getting ready.
The second Deveraux sister had wordlessly invaded her sister's space that morning but had somehow spent most of it in an uncharacteristic silence; absorbed, it seemed, in her own thoughts. But now a ghost of a smile flickered across Antoinette's face as she regarded her sister from across the room, wriggling her toes that were tucked beneath the lip of Nicolette's blankets.
"Do you think I should wear Mother's pearl pins or the amethyst piece Father gave me for my sixteenth?" Her words were light, and inquiring, hinging strangely upon the parents she rarely made mention of; floating through the peaceful, yet anxious energy that seemed to hold silent court of the room.
Drivel questions; simply something to say, with a need to speak, while all the more important sentiments were kept locked behind Antoinette's teeth.
Nicolette Deveraux
The hour was rather early, but the Deveraux sisters were awake, while most of the household would fall into rising shortly after -- for today was the coronation ceremony.
Antoinette had come whisking herself into her elder sister's chamber nearly a half hour before, and now she sat at the head of Crown Princess' bed, her back against the fluffed pillows, her slender legs tucked up to her chest, arms wrapped around her knees, clad still only in her thin dressing gown; her chin pressed to the top of one knee. She looked far more like a child than the grown woman she was, her lithe form curled in upon itself, long blonde hair left wild and free down her back in these early morning hours; but her eyes were awake, and bright; and after a moment, reverted themselves to Nicolette, who stood across the room -- starting the long, laborious (and slightly inflicted, on Antoinette's part) process of getting ready.
The second Deveraux sister had wordlessly invaded her sister's space that morning but had somehow spent most of it in an uncharacteristic silence; absorbed, it seemed, in her own thoughts. But now a ghost of a smile flickered across Antoinette's face as she regarded her sister from across the room, wriggling her toes that were tucked beneath the lip of Nicolette's blankets.
"Do you think I should wear Mother's pearl pins or the amethyst piece Father gave me for my sixteenth?" Her words were light, and inquiring, hinging strangely upon the parents she rarely made mention of; floating through the peaceful, yet anxious energy that seemed to hold silent court of the room.
Drivel questions; simply something to say, with a need to speak, while all the more important sentiments were kept locked behind Antoinette's teeth.
Nicolette Deveraux