Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 19:23:41 GMT -5
Juliette had a bit of a plan going on in that head of hers. It wasn't fully developed but she understood the jest of the idea enough to be able to go forth with it. Being sister to the Queen-to-be had its perks, including less of a wait-time on a meeting with her. That was exactly what Juliette wanted. The youngest to meet with the eldest. Every other sister was providing some service towards the family goal, that being remaining the Royal family, keeping their claim out of the clawing hands of the Sandovals and their supposed friends. While Juliette did her part by keeping an impressive ear about the city and somewhat beyond it, she did not think it was the ends of what services she could provide.
She wanted her chance to prove her worth, to make her mark, just as Mariette had been given hers recently. Now that all the older sisters had done their part, she thought it was her turn, and yearned to explain this to Nicolette. Honestly, she thought she might confuse the older sister. She'd made it somewhat known to date that she did not want a life in politics, as much as she was able to say so anyways, so why would she want to be involved now? Well, truth was, there was a job to be done, and she felt that once she had done it, she could "retire" in truth. Once she had done her job, she could run away, or be taken away, and no one would be too upset for it, right?
The eighteen year-old was dressed in her customary plain but well-crafted dress, a soft blue pattern with white cuts of material interlaced artfully. She wasn't up with the fashion times, nor did she ever truly treat it as a priority, but she would also never be caught looking like a frump. She had enjoyed her hair being styled into a simple bun off to the side in the back of her head with veins of braids to pick up the rest of her thick, blonde locks. And for her feet, always she preferred slippers, but a particular make from her favorite shoe maker, who knew she had interests for climbing and other rough terrain.
She waited for her sister in the library, choosing a place that wasn't so business like as the study, but still rather quiet and within the palace. They could gravitate elsewhere of course, but for now, this is where she'd hoped for her sister to join her after dinner.
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Nicolette Deveraux
She wanted her chance to prove her worth, to make her mark, just as Mariette had been given hers recently. Now that all the older sisters had done their part, she thought it was her turn, and yearned to explain this to Nicolette. Honestly, she thought she might confuse the older sister. She'd made it somewhat known to date that she did not want a life in politics, as much as she was able to say so anyways, so why would she want to be involved now? Well, truth was, there was a job to be done, and she felt that once she had done it, she could "retire" in truth. Once she had done her job, she could run away, or be taken away, and no one would be too upset for it, right?
The eighteen year-old was dressed in her customary plain but well-crafted dress, a soft blue pattern with white cuts of material interlaced artfully. She wasn't up with the fashion times, nor did she ever truly treat it as a priority, but she would also never be caught looking like a frump. She had enjoyed her hair being styled into a simple bun off to the side in the back of her head with veins of braids to pick up the rest of her thick, blonde locks. And for her feet, always she preferred slippers, but a particular make from her favorite shoe maker, who knew she had interests for climbing and other rough terrain.
She waited for her sister in the library, choosing a place that wasn't so business like as the study, but still rather quiet and within the palace. They could gravitate elsewhere of course, but for now, this is where she'd hoped for her sister to join her after dinner.
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Nicolette Deveraux