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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Nov 28, 2008 15:15:30 GMT -5
A lavish carrige pulled infront of The De Changy Estate. Juliette remembered perfectly the acropolis from her early years. She felt a rush of joy, as her eyes grazed her large, opposing, beautiful childhood home.
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Post by Rebecca on Nov 28, 2008 17:15:52 GMT -5
*A maid knocked and entered the Empress' comfortable and beautiful parlour, where she sat writing letters.*
"A lady visitor, ma'am," *she said.*
"Show her in," *replied Rebecca.*
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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Nov 28, 2008 20:53:26 GMT -5
Juliette walked into the room without hesitation. Her head was down and her face masked her joy. Lush skirts brushed the floor as she swept into a deep curtsie.
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Post by Rebecca on Nov 29, 2008 5:21:05 GMT -5
*The footman announced a Mademoiselle Juliette Prideaux. Rebecca returned the gesture of the courtsey with an elegant inclination of her head, as befitted her status.*
"Mademoiselle--you are most welcome. Please, sit down and tell me what I may do for you on your visit here."
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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Nov 29, 2008 12:59:13 GMT -5
Hestiantly she spoke, "Actually Madame, I have come home, for reasons that are easily assumed. I am of age to be married, and I suspect my dear cousin Philliepe, or Raoul have arranged it. " She smiled.
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Post by Rebecca on Nov 29, 2008 16:43:16 GMT -5
*Rebecca went pale--quite pale--and hesitated before she spoke, her voice low and soft so as not to betray herself by any tremor in her tone.*
"...then...you have not heard from anyone...in a very long time..."
*She swallowed.*
"Your--your only remaining family here are two of my children from my marriage to Philippe--Violetta and Zachaire de Chagny...by blood, I mean. By marriage and adoption, I and the rest my family are yours as well."
((If you've no one else lined up, Zachaire has no plot as far as I know, and he's preeetty. And about the right age.))
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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Nov 29, 2008 19:14:38 GMT -5
((Good Idea))
She couldn't speak. Her throught went dry. "Both of them are dead?" She squeeked. Juliette pulled up her fan to sheild Rebecca from the sight of her tears.
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Post by Rebecca on Nov 30, 2008 5:12:15 GMT -5
*Becca's face softened with pity for the girl.*
"Philippe died even before he saw our children born...his heart troubled him greatly," *she explained.* "And as for Raoul...I have not seen nor heard of him for some years...and from what I know of the life he led before...perhaps it is better to hope he is dead than to think he continued in that way of life."
*She reached across and took the girl's hand.*
"But fear not, Juliette--you shall have a home here as long as you chose, and if it is an advantageous match you seek, the Emperor and I shall do our utmost to ensure it comes to pass."
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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Nov 30, 2008 19:10:03 GMT -5
"Your an Empress?" She shook her head "Never mind, thank you for kindness. " Juliette began to walk away , but turned around. "What kind of life did Raoul leave? If i'm not to bold?" She downcast her eyes.
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Post by Rebecca on Dec 1, 2008 3:37:08 GMT -5
"You are not bold to be curious...but the full telling of his tale is not fit for a young woman of purity to hear. You need only know that he conducted himself in the most shameless of fashions, caring little for anything or anyone other than himself, and nearly brought the de Chagny family to ruin with his habits before anyone was able to stop him."
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Post by Juliette Prideaux on Dec 1, 2008 17:37:35 GMT -5
"Well... thank you again for your genorisity and kindness. " She curtsied ((who plays your son Zachire?))
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Post by Alice Cullen on Dec 1, 2008 17:57:49 GMT -5
((INTERRUPTION: I DO! And yes, I have him and yes, he is plotless! PM me with any and all ideas on this account (pontmercy) or my usual OOC one (micaela). ^_^))
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Post by Treszka on Jul 6, 2010 0:00:04 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
All the way to the de Chagny estate from her cottage, Treszka had sat fidgeting. She avoided riding in carriages and horses when she could, preferring her much faster mode of teleporting, but she couldn't do that in this situation. The added length gave her plenty of time to let her thoughts move in nervous circles while she shifted as though uncomfortable (well, carriage travel was, but it wasn't the worst thing).
For the first time ever, she found herself worrying about her clothes, and wishing sadly for a female friend that could talk to her about things like this. Or...or her mother, rest her soul. No, she must resolve it herself, whatever may come, and she could do it. She was strong. She was made of the sterner stuff that her parents were.
That didn't make the appearance of the de Chagny estate through the trees any less intimidating.
"Bloody hell," she muttered, straightening in her seat as her journey finally came to an end.
Well, here it goes...fingers crossed, Tres.
Shoulders squared in determination, she stepped down from the carriage and headed for the massive double doors.
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Post by Violetta on Jul 6, 2010 0:03:51 GMT -5
Treszka wasn't the only one that was nervous. Violetta had watched, with no small amount of amusement, as her brother paced back and forth across the foyer floor. He was dressed as impeccably as ever, although it seemed that he'd taken longer to get dressed than usual. He got oddly irritated with any delay, and now that all they had to do was wait, he was like a tiger stuck in a cage.
Thus far, Violetta had been able to hide her small smile at the antics. She'd never seen him like this before, over anyone, and she was both delighted and exasperated with him.
"Really, now, Zachaire, calm yourself. She'll be here soon enough."
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Post by Zachaire on Jul 6, 2010 0:06:57 GMT -5
He stopped in his tracks, hands clasped behind his back.
"What do you mean? I know that."
He couldn't quite puzzle out his sister's frame of mind--ever since he'd told her of Treszka, she'd been rather different, teasing him more than she'd ever done before, and always seemed to be secretly laughing at him. He couldn't really understand it. At the least, though, she seemed to be pleased with the situation.
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