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Post by elisabeth on May 7, 2013 12:41:12 GMT -5
Elisabeth couldn’t believe it, she had been so stupid it was unbelievable, what had she been thinking, her mother always told her that she needed to not be drawn it but apparently, she just couldn’t help it. Elisabeth wasn’t the strongest of hearts; she was easily influenced even though her mother had always told her to be careful. Sighing softly Elisabeth stood staring out of her bedroom window, she didn’t know what was going to happen and she was scared and angry and couldn’t believe that she had been so blind to him. Elisabeth tucked her hair behind her ear in an attempt to get it out of her eyes.
Sighing softly Elisabeth pulled herself from her thoughts and walked from the room. She wished that it was possible to go back in time so she could change her mind on what she would have done. She certainly would not have fallen so hard as soon as he spoke. Her mother’s anger at the situation would most likely be equal to how scared Elisabeth was. Walking down the corridor it really felt like Elisabeth was heading to her doom. The young woman was now sure that she was really naive and she really needed to learn not to wear her heart on her sleeve and to not listen to flattery.
Elisabeth loved this house, it was warm and gave her a sense of love and history something that she really did enjoy feeling.
Elisabeth pushed the door open, stepping out into the light, she loved being outside, especially in the gardens surrounding her home. Being outside, she loved this light and the sound and the smell. Humming softly Elisabeth wandered through the garden, letting her wander in her thoughts. The young blonde was warm and loving even if she was naive and let herself get caught by peoples lies. Smiling softly to herself Elisabeth let the sun bathe her face and shoulders. She loved being able to get rid of the bad things and exchange it with the good things even if that happened to be just the sun.
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Post by COMTESSE ELEONORE ROCHECHOUART on May 15, 2013 13:52:01 GMT -5
Must be strong and we must let go
Eleonore was not in the brightest of moods, she was as her husband often described her as prickly as a rose bush. Her second eldest son had disappeared and her sources were telling her he had joined with the foul rebel group named the Sacred Heart, that had the cheek to take up residence in the forests close by to their estate. Eleonore would no longer allow her children to venture past their walls without supervision from well-trained swordsmen. It was no longer safe for them.
She had decided to keep such news quiet, hoping her son would come to his senses and return to them before he damaged their reputation. She could not help but feel that more drastic action would need to be taken and her sharp mind was already hatching a plan in regards to this. Eleonore crossed what was her study room, not many women of her standing had a ‘study’ but she had insisted upon it. She needed her own place to think, away from the children and her demned husband.
Walking over to her window that overlooked the garden she noticed her daughter Elisabeth wandering through the garden. Elisabeth…her husband thought she was a gullible fool when he suggested the name. She knew who he was thinking of and it angered her to think he could insert such an eternal tribute to his love. She would have put her foot down, but he was so set on it and she had been so fed up at the time she had allowed it. She couldn’t help but look at Elisabeth sometimes with resentment, knowing she was his symbol of the love he had lost, even if the child was hers.
Eleonore narrowed her eyes, Elisabeth had been very quiet as of late and Eleonore was sensitive to her children’s feelings, even if they often frustrated her. Sweeping out of her study she made her way quickly downstairs to the garden, where her daughter was. Eleonore had high hopes for Elisabeth, she had the same long golden locks that she had, but Elisabeth had a prettier face, she looked like grandmother and for that Eleonore was grateful. She hoped Elisabeth would marry a Vicomte or man of similar rank.
The sun was shining, and Eleonore shaded her eyes as she called her daughter’s name, ‘Elisabeth!’ she said ‘come here please’ she called beckoning across the garden.
WORD COUNT: 400. NOTES: n/a |
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Post by elisabeth on May 19, 2013 4:42:37 GMT -5
Elisabeth continued to walk through the gardens; she enjoyed the peace of the gardens more than the silence of the house. Her mother was a formidable woman, who you didn’t want to cross unless you wanted to be ruined in some way, but Elisabeth loved her mother, she really did. The woman meant the world to her even if sometimes Elisabeth caught resentment in her mother’s eyes. Elisabeth’s mind wandered to her brother, she hadn’t seen him in a while and no one talked about it, he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Elisabeth sighed as she walked, enjoying her time with her thoughts.
Elisabeth’s head turned as she heard her mother’s voice cut across the peace of the garden. She glanced at her mother’s figure wishing there was some way for her to pretend that she hadn’t heard her mother, unfortunately there wasn’t. A sigh left her lips as she headed to her mother, Elisabeth’s eyes flicked over her mother as she reached her, putting a fake smile on her lips, no way did she feel like smiling at all. Elisabeth was an overall mess. She didn’t know what she was going to do and she was scared.
Elisabeth glanced up at her mother, folding her arms across her chest. Elisabeth didn’t want to deal with her mother at the moment. She needed to know what she was going to do in her own head, before she talked to her mother didn’t she? Elisabeth pulled herself from her thoughts and turned her attention back to her mother. She often wondered how her mother knew when something was wrong it was kind of creepy for the most part how she always knew or at least it was to Elisabeth.
Elisabeth knew she had been quiet for the past few days but that was her way of thinking about what was going on in her own mind and her way of trying to find and answer not that it seemed to be working, she was still even more worried, scared and confused about what to do. She was still a child at least, she thought of herself as a child, Elisabeth also knew what her mother wanted for her, she wanted her to marry high and that wasn’t going to be possible now was it?
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Post by COMTESSE ELEONORE ROCHECHOUART on May 21, 2013 12:34:49 GMT -5
Must be strong and we must let go
A frown line was etched across Eleonore’s forehead as she waited impatiently for her daughter to reach her. She was generally pleased with her daughter, who she was certain could marry above her station, although she was disappointed her daughter didn’t have a stronger business mind, it didn’t matter because she had attributes Eleonore didn’t have. Eleonore had to rely upon her brains, whereas she was certain her daughter’s looks alone would work in her favour. Perhaps Eleonore was being bias, but she didn’t care Elisabeth was her child and she was only getting the best from life, and a good marriage would insure that.
There were some social gatherings coming up soon as they neared the summer months, she had received several invitations to some picnics, hunts and of course balls. She wanted to escort Elisabeth to some of the events, where she knew there would be several eligible gentlemen in attendance. Everything would fall into place despite her foolish son’s choice to abandon the family.
Forcing a smile she inclined her head towards a small stone bench that rested under a blooming tree, taking a seat on the edge of the bench she waited for her daughter to join her. ‘You’ve been rather quiet of late?’ she began, observing her daughter with her piercing pale eyes, ‘I have some plans for you, and I hope you will agree that they will contribute greatly to your happiness’ she said referring to her thoughts surrounding Elisabeth’s marriage potential.
‘I’ve received several invitations and would like to escort you to them over the summer. Perhaps we could even stay in Paris for a few weeks’ she said ‘once we have a suitable match, I can begin to think about Genevieve’s future’ she said, reminding Elisabeth that her sisters future was uncertain until Elisabeth was married.
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