Post by Emile Deveraux on Jul 25, 2017 22:15:10 GMT -5
Emile was not normally a particularly pious man. He did not regularly worship, privately or publicly. He did not spend much time and thought into religious beliefs. But certain occasions could not be avoided. Life, death, marriage, to name a few. This morning, Emile had one important stop to make. He was to visit his only brother's grave. He had been interred in the Royal crypt, given his station as a Prince of the blood. Stephane, for all his faults, had been a golden boy to his family. He had been apt in all things he had done, had been given every opportunity and encouragement. He, definitely more so than Emile, had been revered as what a Prince was expected to be.
Except for his cruel side.
And Emile suspected his brother's cruelty had finally caught up to him. He had done something that could not have been forgiven. On one hand, Emile was pleased. Upon having learned at whose command his sister had been so visciously violated, he had wanted to tear his brother limb from limb himself. On the other hand, his brother was dead. No more mistakes to be made and forgiven. No more accomplishments. No future at all. He was simply gone.
Emile did not know who had done it, and that fact troubled him. If he heard word that this was from an outsider, they would surely be punished. If it was an insider... the matter was all the more complicated. And further, without this knowledge, Emile did not know whether he and his sister were safe or simply next on a long list of targets.
Mariette's kidnapping had surely reached Nicolette and the rest of the family by now. Emile was anxious to find out if there was a plan in place, any news that Emile himself wasn't privy to. Having lacked sufficient evidence in the find the culprit in the murders of House Romanov, he was determined that their family would not be left empty handed twice in a row. The young Prince was, however, without much of a promise that the fates would be good.
As the siblings reached the place of their brother's final rest, they signalled for their royal escort to give them some space to mourn, to grieve, to do whatever they must. Emile stared at the location, wishing he could see the body for himself but uncertain he would want to go to the lengths to reveal the blonde hair and fair face of his deceased kin.
"He's really dead, then..." he commented, lamely, to Martine. He did not know how she felt on the matter, but no doubt they felt a similar mixture of guilt, sadness, and relief. A moment of anger drew itself on his face that he had been robbed of the opportunity of attending the funeral. Surely someone would have sent the message to indicate their return, to hold on the ceremony for half of the deceased's immediate family to be able to be in attendance. "I wonder what he would expect us to say." For all Emile knew, Stephane might well have expected them to weep, or perhaps to stoically move on and do what needed being done.
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Except for his cruel side.
And Emile suspected his brother's cruelty had finally caught up to him. He had done something that could not have been forgiven. On one hand, Emile was pleased. Upon having learned at whose command his sister had been so visciously violated, he had wanted to tear his brother limb from limb himself. On the other hand, his brother was dead. No more mistakes to be made and forgiven. No more accomplishments. No future at all. He was simply gone.
Emile did not know who had done it, and that fact troubled him. If he heard word that this was from an outsider, they would surely be punished. If it was an insider... the matter was all the more complicated. And further, without this knowledge, Emile did not know whether he and his sister were safe or simply next on a long list of targets.
Mariette's kidnapping had surely reached Nicolette and the rest of the family by now. Emile was anxious to find out if there was a plan in place, any news that Emile himself wasn't privy to. Having lacked sufficient evidence in the find the culprit in the murders of House Romanov, he was determined that their family would not be left empty handed twice in a row. The young Prince was, however, without much of a promise that the fates would be good.
As the siblings reached the place of their brother's final rest, they signalled for their royal escort to give them some space to mourn, to grieve, to do whatever they must. Emile stared at the location, wishing he could see the body for himself but uncertain he would want to go to the lengths to reveal the blonde hair and fair face of his deceased kin.
"He's really dead, then..." he commented, lamely, to Martine. He did not know how she felt on the matter, but no doubt they felt a similar mixture of guilt, sadness, and relief. A moment of anger drew itself on his face that he had been robbed of the opportunity of attending the funeral. Surely someone would have sent the message to indicate their return, to hold on the ceremony for half of the deceased's immediate family to be able to be in attendance. "I wonder what he would expect us to say." For all Emile knew, Stephane might well have expected them to weep, or perhaps to stoically move on and do what needed being done.
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