Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2015 16:04:59 GMT -5
Having barely slept the night before, Julien was on route to see his cousin and recently coronetted Crowned Princess Nicolette Deveraux. The reason for his visit and for his lack of sleep was the same- marriage. Not his own, of course, but those of this family and the opportunity for alliances that they would foolishly squander. The Sandoval presence at the feast and accompanying ceremonies had given Julien somewhat of a cause for concern, and he had spent many nights staring at maps of the Kingdom. They were far away, but so close, and with only small lands between them if the Sandoval rose- could Nicolette be sure of the loyalty for her Dukes in Estersea and Vasile?
Juien was not certain… but then he found trusting Dukes to behave as they were expected to do so a difficult feat. Men were men, they were untamed and uncouth and often did not think with their brains. Which of course, was how Julien felt himself set apart from the general populace of men that surrounded him. Why? Because Julien was a thinker.
And he had spent the night previous to the breakfast he sought to take with his cousin, thinking. That thought had led him to peruse the family archives and he had drawn some conclusions he felt fitting. Of course, he would say nothing until he had posed the question and listened to her thoughts, but Julien was anxious that these matters be handled with a little more haste. Part of his duty was to advise his lady cousin, he had no expectations that she take his advice, but rather Julien had taken to presenting her with options and possibilities and with as much information as possible. It was his honour and duty to peruse the mountain of parchment, to question the Royal Scribes and Librarians for information and then feedback thoughtful and succinct reports to the woman.
Of course, one of the reasons he respected her so much is because she often had clever thoughts of his own – and on many occasions their thoughts had been the same without need for consultation.
Dressed smartly, impeccably so, there was not a hair out of place despite his sleepless night. Julien was, as always, incredibly well presented and turned out. His uniform tunic was clean, brushed and straightened against his slender frame, and he wore the flower badge of House Deveraux with an untold amount of pride- as always. Even his boots were smart and polished. His father was a military man, something that Jean-Luc had passed onto Julien was the neat, orderly manner imposed by a life-time of service. It was something, amongst the vast array of nothings, which they had in common.
At the door, he waited for his cousin to beckon his presence as they had arranged. This meeting, as so often they were, was to be held over breakfast.
~~~
Nicolette Deveraux
Juien was not certain… but then he found trusting Dukes to behave as they were expected to do so a difficult feat. Men were men, they were untamed and uncouth and often did not think with their brains. Which of course, was how Julien felt himself set apart from the general populace of men that surrounded him. Why? Because Julien was a thinker.
And he had spent the night previous to the breakfast he sought to take with his cousin, thinking. That thought had led him to peruse the family archives and he had drawn some conclusions he felt fitting. Of course, he would say nothing until he had posed the question and listened to her thoughts, but Julien was anxious that these matters be handled with a little more haste. Part of his duty was to advise his lady cousin, he had no expectations that she take his advice, but rather Julien had taken to presenting her with options and possibilities and with as much information as possible. It was his honour and duty to peruse the mountain of parchment, to question the Royal Scribes and Librarians for information and then feedback thoughtful and succinct reports to the woman.
Of course, one of the reasons he respected her so much is because she often had clever thoughts of his own – and on many occasions their thoughts had been the same without need for consultation.
Dressed smartly, impeccably so, there was not a hair out of place despite his sleepless night. Julien was, as always, incredibly well presented and turned out. His uniform tunic was clean, brushed and straightened against his slender frame, and he wore the flower badge of House Deveraux with an untold amount of pride- as always. Even his boots were smart and polished. His father was a military man, something that Jean-Luc had passed onto Julien was the neat, orderly manner imposed by a life-time of service. It was something, amongst the vast array of nothings, which they had in common.
At the door, he waited for his cousin to beckon his presence as they had arranged. This meeting, as so often they were, was to be held over breakfast.
~~~
Nicolette Deveraux