summergal21
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The cold winter breeze sneaks into the horse drawn carriage along with the sunlight that starts to wakes up the sleepy Veronique. She pulls up the soft rabbit fur blanket closer to her face, feeling comfort in the soft fur as it brushes against her chin. She glances across and sees her lady-in-waiting sleeping soundly as the carriage continues to bump over the poorly paved roads. She takes her soft dainty hands and carefully peels away the curtain that has kept the sun shielded from her sleeping eyes. Her eyes adjust to the brightness of the sun and the green that has been absent since she's started her travels. The sudden change in light in the carriage stirs her companion and shows her alertness by an accidental kick to Veronqiue's leg as she stretches her tired legs.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to." The young maiden quickly says as she quickly glances at Veronique, speaking in their native tongue, French.
Veronique gives her a sleepy smile, her lips dry as they've attempted to ignore their desire for thirst as it would delay their travels, her bright blue eyes understanding as she gives her a nod, "Its fine." The young maiden, Rachelle smiles thankful for the lack of Veronique's anger.
"Are you alright my lady?" Rachelle asks as she stifles a yawn.
Veronique's eyes are on the ruby ring dominating her left hand, a promise given by her elder husband after it was decided she would marry the father of her previous fiancé to secure her family's new noble position in a new court, a new country. Rachelle looks jealously as her eyes move to her right hand, carefully eyeing the pearl ring surrounded by diamonds on her right middle finger and a thick gold ring with her family's insignia branding her as from the great La Tremoile family in France.
"Are you excited for your wedding?" Rachelle asks uneasy with the silence of the carriage as the sound of pebbles being crushed by the sturdy tires and the trotting of the horses echoing through their passenger carriage.
Veronique raises her right eyebrow and gently touches the molars of her left side together, her lips sealed from words.
Rachelle blushes quickly in embarrassment realizing Veronique's lack of desire to talk about her wedding.
"You must be excited to meet the King…" Rachelle quickly stammers, wanting to change the subject her lips still speaking their native language.
Veronique relaxes her jaw and eyebrow and gives Rachelle a gentle nod.
"I've heard he's quite the gentleman, I mean I've heard he had some fun during his years as a prince, I mean who doesn't…but I've heard he's quite…" Rachelle continues to stammer.
Veronique closes her eyes, her mind furious in her inability to do anything but to marry a man that is the age of her grandfather to secure her family's continued dominance across the countries of Europe.
"I only think and worry about Princess Alexa." Veronique says as she opens her eyes and finally opens her lips, her French accent mixed in her speech as she speaks the English language.
"Of course, my lady." Rachelle replies in concert with Veronique's speech in English.
The carriage comes to a stop with voices of Veronique's personal driver and the other drivers of her other carriages speaking to the guards of the castle.
"My lady, I believe we're here." Rachelle speaks her tongue having difficulty getting used to the English language.
Veronique breathes out heavily from her nose, the duo waiting for a footman to come and allow her to exit from her cramped enclosure.
Veronique hands Rachelle the soft rabbit fur blanket, as she hands her a small mirror to allow her to check her appearances along with a small gold tin filled with a red paste. Veronique carefully took the red paste and applied it to her lips, attempting to cover her dry lips and gently rubbed it in her cheeks, wanting to give the allure of a fresh face.
The two eye the handle of the carriage door as it turns and allows the breeze of fresh air into the carriage. The two first cringe as the cold air blasts throughout the carriage, Rachelle quickly reaching for Veronique's fur lined gloves and putting them on her dainty hands.
Veronique thanks Rachelle with a smile and watches the footman place a wooden block at the foot of her carriage. The footman smiles big studying the maroon colored winter coat practically drowning the tall slender young lady in front of her.
"Welcome to Castle Vladmire. Lady Veronique La Tremoille" A man dressed in all black tells Veronique as she gives her hand to the plump man.
Veronique looks into the man's eyes and smiles with just her lips, "Thank you" she attempts to hide her French accent but fails to do so.
Veronique quickly takes her gloved hand away from the man and waits for Rachelle to exit her carriage, her eyes then studies the other two carriage that had accompanied her trip.
"I'll make sure that all your things are situated in your rooms." The plump man quips, smiling big jealous of the elder man that will take her as his wife.
Veronique replies with a nod, Rachelle making sure that Veronique's head is covered from the cold with the hood that accompanied her jacket.
"I've been told to quickly take you to the King, Lord Beaufort should be with him as well." The plump man adds.
"And so we shall go." Veronqiue says as she quickly makes her way toward the entrance of Castle Vladmire.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to." The young maiden quickly says as she quickly glances at Veronique, speaking in their native tongue, French.
Veronique gives her a sleepy smile, her lips dry as they've attempted to ignore their desire for thirst as it would delay their travels, her bright blue eyes understanding as she gives her a nod, "Its fine." The young maiden, Rachelle smiles thankful for the lack of Veronique's anger.
"Are you alright my lady?" Rachelle asks as she stifles a yawn.
Veronique's eyes are on the ruby ring dominating her left hand, a promise given by her elder husband after it was decided she would marry the father of her previous fiancé to secure her family's new noble position in a new court, a new country. Rachelle looks jealously as her eyes move to her right hand, carefully eyeing the pearl ring surrounded by diamonds on her right middle finger and a thick gold ring with her family's insignia branding her as from the great La Tremoile family in France.
"Are you excited for your wedding?" Rachelle asks uneasy with the silence of the carriage as the sound of pebbles being crushed by the sturdy tires and the trotting of the horses echoing through their passenger carriage.
Veronique raises her right eyebrow and gently touches the molars of her left side together, her lips sealed from words.
Rachelle blushes quickly in embarrassment realizing Veronique's lack of desire to talk about her wedding.
"You must be excited to meet the King…" Rachelle quickly stammers, wanting to change the subject her lips still speaking their native language.
Veronique relaxes her jaw and eyebrow and gives Rachelle a gentle nod.
"I've heard he's quite the gentleman, I mean I've heard he had some fun during his years as a prince, I mean who doesn't…but I've heard he's quite…" Rachelle continues to stammer.
Veronique closes her eyes, her mind furious in her inability to do anything but to marry a man that is the age of her grandfather to secure her family's continued dominance across the countries of Europe.
"I only think and worry about Princess Alexa." Veronique says as she opens her eyes and finally opens her lips, her French accent mixed in her speech as she speaks the English language.
"Of course, my lady." Rachelle replies in concert with Veronique's speech in English.
The carriage comes to a stop with voices of Veronique's personal driver and the other drivers of her other carriages speaking to the guards of the castle.
"My lady, I believe we're here." Rachelle speaks her tongue having difficulty getting used to the English language.
Veronique breathes out heavily from her nose, the duo waiting for a footman to come and allow her to exit from her cramped enclosure.
Veronique hands Rachelle the soft rabbit fur blanket, as she hands her a small mirror to allow her to check her appearances along with a small gold tin filled with a red paste. Veronique carefully took the red paste and applied it to her lips, attempting to cover her dry lips and gently rubbed it in her cheeks, wanting to give the allure of a fresh face.
The two eye the handle of the carriage door as it turns and allows the breeze of fresh air into the carriage. The two first cringe as the cold air blasts throughout the carriage, Rachelle quickly reaching for Veronique's fur lined gloves and putting them on her dainty hands.
Veronique thanks Rachelle with a smile and watches the footman place a wooden block at the foot of her carriage. The footman smiles big studying the maroon colored winter coat practically drowning the tall slender young lady in front of her.
"Welcome to Castle Vladmire. Lady Veronique La Tremoille" A man dressed in all black tells Veronique as she gives her hand to the plump man.
Veronique looks into the man's eyes and smiles with just her lips, "Thank you" she attempts to hide her French accent but fails to do so.
Veronique quickly takes her gloved hand away from the man and waits for Rachelle to exit her carriage, her eyes then studies the other two carriage that had accompanied her trip.
"I'll make sure that all your things are situated in your rooms." The plump man quips, smiling big jealous of the elder man that will take her as his wife.
Veronique replies with a nod, Rachelle making sure that Veronique's head is covered from the cold with the hood that accompanied her jacket.
"I've been told to quickly take you to the King, Lord Beaufort should be with him as well." The plump man adds.
"And so we shall go." Veronqiue says as she quickly makes her way toward the entrance of Castle Vladmire.