Post by HENRI D'ARTOIS on Mar 3, 2013 17:00:54 GMT -5
 [style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]907 WORDS FOR THE MYSTIC Notes: - My first post as Henri. Hope you like it. FATE [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Today, a holiday, a day of happiness and celebration, Henri d'Artois was much the same as all the other twelve and thirteen year old boys frolicking about the meadow. At least, he felt the same. Though he would, of course, be watched, he would be allowed out of the palace to attend the celebrations with everyone else his valet informed him - to his immense delight. [/style]He was always told that the little time he was allowed to spend outside of the palace grounds was a precautionary measure to keep any harm from coming to him as King of France. However, the older he got the more he was beginning to doubt this was the truth - at least not the entire truth. He had begun to develop a feeling of sweeping paranoia as if his world and the people in it were closing in on him. Sometimes, he secretly had dreams about being strangled. From a man in a white mask and white gloves in the darkness such that all he could see was that white mask and those white gloves on a black background and a cruel, laughing mouth of red. Of course, he didn't always have nightmares, and sometimes he had perfectly normal dreams. These usually centered around the family he terribly missed that the Chouannerie kept him separated from - another measure 'for his protection.' That one he did understand. The weaker he was and the less support he had, the more he'd cooperate - or so they thought. Henri was not about to roll over and do everything just the way they wanted it. He understood that his situation was precarious, and he had little control over most things.. but those few things he did have some modicum of control over - he would hold onto as best he could and do his own way. He could barely wait until he was of age and would be entrusted the country for real. Then, perhaps, finally, France would start to heal. If there wasn't another revolution before then... But today he was not going to think of all those bad thoughts. Today he was merely going to enjoy himself. The head of his personal household had given him a generous sum of pocket money to spend on carnival games, little toys, and food. Though Henri normally tried to secretly smuggle most of his pocket money to people who needed it more, today he was happy to have a little allowence and a lot of freedom. His heart felt light as he tore across the field where many of the May Day events had been set up, trying to see everything first and all at once. He didn't bother to stop at any particular booth or event right away, instead running back and forth amongst them all curiously and happily. Finally, however, he was able to settle down and look at things with a more gradual pace. It was at this interval when he saw a darkened tent he had not noticed at the fray of things. Looking over his shoulder once to be certain no one was paying him a particular mind, he trotted toward it curiously. Henri drew back the tent flap, blinking suddenly as his eyes had to adjust to the darkness. He nearly coughed at the overwhelming smell of burning incense, his eyes watering slightly. There was also a table with candles and, finally, he made out a woman. A pretty woman. He thought to himself, his cheeks flushing pink. That made him grateful of the darkness. He cleared his throat slightly, not wanting to seem to sneak up on her. She knew he was there however. "Enter, my dear. What kind of reading do you require today?" Henri gulped. Perhaps this hadn't been such a good idea after all. He didn't even know what methods were available. Part of him, in fact, was not entirely sure what this set up even was - though a feeling in his stomach suggested that she must mean a reading of his future. He didn't want to embarrass himself by saying he didn't know what kind. He looked around the tent room slightly helplessly. There was a Crystal ball, tea cups, and a type of cards. Well, he thought to himself. If she asks me to drink tea I can do that. But then I'd have to pee. And if she asks me to look in the crystal I won't see anything.. but cards.. cards I can handle. He pointed to the deck of cards. "Those, si'l vous plait, mademoiselle." He said, remembering his manners. Perhaps he could have used something informal, but she was a girl he didn't know. He would stick to formalities for now. She seemed pleased enough with his choice, spreading a blue cloth over the table and sitting, and indicating for him to sit across from her. He watched curiously as she placed some stones on the table and lit some candles before she shuffled the cards in her hand before placing them in the exact center of the table. "What would you like to know?" Henri wondered if he could ask more than one question. He didn't know, so he decided he'd better ask the most pressing one first. "Whether..." His voice dropped into a quiet tone. "Whether.. I'll ever see my family again." he barely whispered, blinking furiously and telling himself it was just the incense. |
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