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Post by Philippe on Jan 28, 2008 14:09:33 GMT -5
*Philippe glanced stonily at his mother.*
"This is madness."
*He turned to Rebecca.*
"But it is your will and I will stand by your decision."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 28, 2008 14:19:23 GMT -5
*Rebecca pushed back her chair and paced to the window, wishing she had nails left to bite, crossing her arms instead.
The Comtess' lies would soon crumble, of course--she could explain to her parents and they would believe her, after the fact...but the initial pain they would feel would be nigh unbearable.
And in the public eye it would be harder to clear her name. The looks. The whispers. The leers. The young men who would consider themselves free to take liberties with her.*
After Tony...and with Andrew and Father already out risking their lives to get him back...Papa would lose his mind...and Maman...dear God, it would kill her to even think it possible--
*She turned back to face the Comtess and her son with a face like stone.*
"Let it be as you say, Madame," *she said in a hollow voice as she walked towards them both, stopping just short of the Comtess' chair.*
"But after the words are said before a holy father, this union will be conducted entirely on my own terms. Do I make myself clear?"
*she said in a low, even, utterly dangerous tone, her dark eyes burning in their depths. For the first time since this whole mess had started, she had one absolute certainty in her mind--
She was her mother's daughter, and God help those who crossed her.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 29, 2008 18:01:26 GMT -5
*Philippe felt the strangest sense of wonder mixed with terror, and for a moment he could not speak. He stood, his face grim.*
"So be it. I shall abide by you stipulations, whatever they may be. You may take your time in considering what terms you wish to set and inform me at your leisure." *His expression never faltered as he bowed to the two women and left the room, needing solitude that he might freely reflect upon what the hell just happened.*
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Jan 29, 2008 18:16:25 GMT -5
"Very well, Mademoiselle. Name your terms," *said Heloise carefully. The law would be on her side, and Rebecca Blakeney's inheritance would be entirely Philippe's, unless someone thought to make other arrangments--and Heloise would be careful they would not.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 29, 2008 18:17:18 GMT -5
"My terms will be for me to discuss with my husband, Madame," *she said coldly.* "As of this moment your involvement is no longer required beyond your silence."
*So saying, she left the room, her head already beginning to ache.*
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Post by Philippe on Jan 30, 2008 12:28:51 GMT -5
((Sorry, sorry mad two days.))
*Philippe glanced coldly at his mother before leaving the room himself.*
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Post by NPC on May 8, 2008 15:48:51 GMT -5
**WOW. REALLY REALLY LATER**
*After the meal was basically over, a maid timidly approached Rebecca*
"Comtess? I...I found this odd thing in the mail, and I wasn't sure what to do with it. I thought you wouldn't mind if I brought it to your attention."
*She held out a small parcel, wrapped plainly and with no address on it*
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Post by Rebecca on May 8, 2008 15:53:11 GMT -5
"Thank you, Lisette," *said Becca softly, taking the package and frowning curiously at it.*
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Post by NPC on May 8, 2008 16:09:52 GMT -5
*She bowed her head before leaving Rebecca alone with the parcel. What Rebecca held in her hands didn't weight all that much, though it seemed to have corners and contoured edges*
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Post by Rebecca on May 8, 2008 16:20:41 GMT -5
*Becca took the parcel with her and wandered off to the garden.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 11:51:21 GMT -5
***QUITE A WHILE LATER UPON A DIFFERENT DAY***
*Becca sipped some orange juice and absently watched some birds on the windowsill outside, one hand resting on the frighteningly huge swell of her abdomen. Her skin was so sensitive these days that it would not allow her hairpins, and so she left her hair loose for the most part. This, added to the billowing white maternity dresses she favoured, ("I always did love sailing ships...") gave her a somewhat youthful and simple appearance, even as she bulged a little further, every day. Still, she and the doctor both agreed that it would be some weeks yet before she would be delivered. It had been a relatively uneventful pregnancy, and she was happy.*
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 13:00:41 GMT -5
*Philippe entered the room, leaning on his cane. He was a little thinner of late, his pallor a shade paler. Still, it showed little in his demeanor.*
"Are you eating?"
*He asked, kissing his wife on the side of the forehead before sitting down.*
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 15:50:32 GMT -5
"Just some dry toast," *she said with a shrug.* "Indigestion. It will pass. If I eat small portions constantly throughout the day I might actually have something resembling three full meals." *She smiled ruefully, absently rubbing at the pressure in her midsection caused by the child rumbling around inside of her.*
"He was kicking a great deal last night. Did it wake you at all?"
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Post by Philippe on May 13, 2008 15:58:56 GMT -5
"I did not mind."
*Philippe moved his chair to hers and placed a hand on her stomach.*
"He has spirit it seems."
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Post by Rebecca on May 13, 2008 16:16:00 GMT -5
"Yours or mine? Either way we're in trouble," *she teased, her hand resting lightly on top of his as the child began to move and kick, again.*
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