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Post by Timothee de Morhban on Feb 28, 2011 10:24:47 GMT -5
I noticed her blush at her own reaction, but I nodded at the question anyway to affirm that it was to be an arranged marriage for me. Such arrangements might not be as common among d'Angelines as they were in other nations, but they were not unheard of. While it might seem tragic to some to be pushed into such a union, it didn't bother me that greatly. My heart, even at my age, had not been given to anyone, so it was not as if I would have to deny my true love in order to go through with the marriage.
"Now if I had not been told who, I might have been a bit more agitated when you found me downstairs," I responded with a wry grin; I was not about to let my father's machinations ruing my humor too far, after all, "Though who it is was almost as much a shock as was finding out I was betrothed to begin with. It is my cousin's widow, the Duchess Evangeline l'Envers de Morhban."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Mar 2, 2011 12:42:05 GMT -5
The name he took was some surprise, but mayhap it shouldn't have been; Evie was widowed, but sitting comfortably in the high seat of Kusheth. Timothee was a de Morhban himself.. mayhap she was looking to solidify herself in the eyes of the Kusheline province after the untimely death of her husband, mayhap she was looking for companionship.. Elua, there could have been a million reasons, though I was willing to place my money on the former.
"Well," I said, having gathered my wits a bit more. With Christelle cradled in one arm, I reached and cupped my hand over the back of Timothees with my free one, giving him a soft smile. "Congratulations on finding someone, then, even if it all is prearranged. I'm sure you two will be just lovely together."
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Post by Timothee de Morhban on Mar 2, 2011 13:52:07 GMT -5
"Thank you, but I believe I will save being excited until I've met her. I've heard that she is more than passingly lovely, but little about what sort of woman she is," I said, giving something of a shrug; Elua only knew what my father's ambition on my behalf had gotten me into this time. Knowing how political titles blinded the man, she was both jealous and frigid. The thought made me laugh just slightly, before turning my attention back upon my old friend.
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but is there anything you can tell me about her Grace? I'd like to have some idea of what I am sailing into, at least," I finally asked Mirielle, directly and without teasing, a serious cast to my gaze as it met hers. It felt akin to being caught at sea in a storm, only that the sailing in this case was a metaphor. I'd brought my ship through countless actual storms; in this, I might as well have been a raw recruit.
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Mar 6, 2011 0:11:47 GMT -5
I leaned back a little at Timothees question, giving it some serious thought. Gently I patted Christelles back as I thought, ever moving a little, trying to entertain my little one subconsciously every time I held her.
"I don't know much about her," I admitted at last. "She's the twin to Duc Elliot l'Envers, who holds the sovereign duchy of Namarre. He and his wife just divorced... I hear it didn't end well." There was sympathy in my voice and on my face for that. Caraf had housed me for a few weeks while I was pregnant, but it wasn't my place to say anything about Elliot and Carafs failed marriage. "I've never met Evie though; I've heard she's a strong willed woman, but not cruel, only knowing who she is and what she stands for. I think your father could have chosen far worse," I said, knowing it likely wouldn't help much but hoping it would. I didn't want to lie to him, and I wasn't sure what else to say.
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Post by Timothee de Morhban on Mar 7, 2011 11:02:58 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear about the Duc's marriage ending, especially since it seems I am to be his brother-in-law soon," I responded, smiling at her gratefully. It was not much, and perhaps I could have found out as much on my own by asking around. But it gave me at least a little idea of what I was stepping into, not only on a personal level but on a political one as well, and it was clear rather than the fuzzy picture one often gets when piecing things together from several different sources, some of which might not be entirely trustworthy.
"I am certain I will be meeting with her relatively soon, and hopefully then some of my other curiosity about her will be satisfied," I went on, seeing no reason to dwell upon the mysteries of my impending nuptials, "And I am certain there must be much she is wondering about me, as well."
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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Mar 22, 2011 8:38:41 GMT -5
I nodded slightly as he said he was sorry for the ending of Elliots marriage, not having anything to say on the subject in truth. I wish I had more to give him, something that might help clue him into his future wife, but I was as empty handed as he when it came to her personality. Timothee was one of my oldest friends, and dearest in a way; I was loathe to see him lost in any way.
"Do you have a time scheduled to meet her yet?" I looked at him, curious and quiet, trying to read him while entertaining Christelle by gently swaying her back and forth. She was a remarkably quiet babe, and I often found myself wondering what she was absorbing, what she was thinking.
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