Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2016 14:20:11 GMT -5
Almost too long had passed since the attack on the young Prince. It went mostly untold, for he had no interest in becoming the gossip of the castle. He also had far too much pride to allow the details of the event to become public knowledge. Worrying his younger sister was not a good idea, her fretting was the last thing he wished to encourage of course; but more so than that he did not want his brothers to find out. It was bad enough his father knew, it was hard enough that he had to deal with the self-loathing accompanied with his inability to stand up for himself. But if Pierre found out? He would be goaded and tormented, for his lug head brothers were something of a sour point in the young prince’s mind. Often he painted unfriendly pictures of them with his imagination.
Still. He had to admit that something had happened. Which it had. Someone had broken into his study at the palace and had attacked him. It wasn’t a death threat, even when it was going on he did not think his life was at risk. This was a warning, to him personally and possibly to his family. And this was why he had to tell. If there was a greater risk, he had to be the responsible one and say something… to allow people to know that he was weak and that, because of that, he may have caused them all risk.
His hands were still bound, but were healing, and he had been using an archivist to notate his dictations over the last few days. This troubled him more than the actual attack itself. Not being able to do what he wanted, what he loved, irked him greatly. But at least he had been able to work –
Smartly attired, immaculately so other than the gauze wraps about both his palms, he had made sure to meet Nicolette this morning for breakfast. These breakfasts had been something the pair had fallen into the habit of taking. In her rise to power, he had met with her as often as every day. But recently, this had diminished as she became busier and he also grew in the responsibility his cousin gave him. And, in the last ten days he had been avoiding her entirely.
Now, ignoring the sheepish feeling that rumbled in his stomach, he came to join her. ”Good morning dear cousin.”
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Nicolette Deveraux
Still. He had to admit that something had happened. Which it had. Someone had broken into his study at the palace and had attacked him. It wasn’t a death threat, even when it was going on he did not think his life was at risk. This was a warning, to him personally and possibly to his family. And this was why he had to tell. If there was a greater risk, he had to be the responsible one and say something… to allow people to know that he was weak and that, because of that, he may have caused them all risk.
His hands were still bound, but were healing, and he had been using an archivist to notate his dictations over the last few days. This troubled him more than the actual attack itself. Not being able to do what he wanted, what he loved, irked him greatly. But at least he had been able to work –
Smartly attired, immaculately so other than the gauze wraps about both his palms, he had made sure to meet Nicolette this morning for breakfast. These breakfasts had been something the pair had fallen into the habit of taking. In her rise to power, he had met with her as often as every day. But recently, this had diminished as she became busier and he also grew in the responsibility his cousin gave him. And, in the last ten days he had been avoiding her entirely.
Now, ignoring the sheepish feeling that rumbled in his stomach, he came to join her. ”Good morning dear cousin.”
~~
Nicolette Deveraux