Louis Condé

❝ La ( confiance ) se gagné quand les promesses se tiennent. ❞

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*leslie knope voice*    “ i’m not gonna fight them  ———  E X C E P T   T H A T   I   A M ! ”

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indie MULTI-MUSE rp. written by Megan. muses from reign, once upon a time, torchwood,  jurassic world, the amazing spider-man, & izombie. also includes original characters.

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I AM SO READY FOR BARROWMAN TO BE ON REIGN YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND

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                                                            ❛  do not touch me! that’s my MOTHER’S!   ❜ she’s not sure what made her want to believe that common THIEVES would care an ounce about whom the necklace belonged to. she was rather defenseless here with the four men around her — they wanted her MONEY. ⊰  her father LOST their money when he tried to sell land that did not belong to him. she had nothing to give, save her mother’s necklace dangling around her throat.  ⊱   still, that didn’t mean she was going to merely HAND OVER what belonged to her. that is, until one of them snapped a quick  ‘ JUST STAND STILL ‘  order, directed straight to her, && therefore locking her feet into place on the ground. she couldn’t move her body – which made it ALL TOO EASY for them to yank the necklace from her throat, drawing up a SHARP yelp, more out of ANGER than PAIN.

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         louis is on his way to somewhere else --- anywhere else that isn’t here --- when he hears the shouts ahead. urging his horse onwards, he sees that there is a group of bandits harassing a young woman. upon seeing this, he rides up the the scene & dismounts his horse, sword in hand.  “ hey! it would be wise of you all to BACK OFF & return what you’ve taken from this woman. ”  but of course, it’s not that easy. he ends up having to fight off the crooks, but not before leaving a few of them with some cuts & bruises.

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                          ’ your grace! you should be in your chambers. haven’t you heard? ’

                                                   the quiet voice comes from behind. in the moment, she trusts no one. the thought that this could be one of the englishmen who brought threat to the castle had her whipping around. eyes scan.     a guard with the french coat of arms. she breathes a sigh of relief, her head nodding only once. ’ i am well aware, and headed to my chambers just after i ensure the safety of my ladies! thank your for your concern, truly. ’ ( a lie, no doubt. ) 

                          the fact that she doesn’t recognize the man hardly concerns her, she knows french court is armed with many guards. it’s near impossible for her to know every face. ’ i shall escort you, it’s not safe for you to be without guard during such hostile times. ’ men roamed the castle in search for the queen herself, but this doesn’t disturb her, it only stirs a rage.      one that wouldn’t be easily extinguished. the safety of those at court fueled an internal fire, making her a fervent target.

               ‘ i’m quite all right! you mustn’t worry about me. please. i’d like the protection of the housemaid’s, and kitchen staff to be insured, if you could? ‘ she nods, turning her back. a sheer sign she needed no assistance.   ‘         as you wish, your majesty. ‘ soft, composed strides carry her forward, and for a moment the only sound she hears is the rhythmic click her shoes create, at least until heavy boots begin to slowly trail behind her. it snatches her attention, and a glance is shot back over her shoulder. instantly, her heart drops and she gives off a sharp inhale.

                                                                        she knew she was in trouble.

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         word that the castle is under siege spreads like wildfire. panic fills the halls & everyone scurries off to LOCK themselves away in their chambers. but not louis. he will not cower now, not when he can help defend those who cannot defend themselves.

         but of course, his first thought is of the queen. where is mary? he must find her. he must ensure her safety first, before all others. only then will he go out and face the enemy with the rest of the soldiers.

         he scans every hallway & corridor in his search, but finds her nowhere. he is running out of places to look. but then he hears the HEAVY footsteps echoing through the halls. he freezes for a moment, trying to pinpoint their direction so he can quietly investigate.

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               SHE OFFERS A QUAINT SMILE,          fingers squeezing at the fabric covering                       her arm as jean stirred in his arms,         grasping at the fabric of louis’ shirt &&                       reaching for his face. it was all GOOD signs.        ( she hadn’t expected jean to                      take such a liking to him. he had only been  T H I S  well-behaved for francis. )                                ❛  wonderful. seems you were a step ahead of me the whole time.  ❜

                     she tries to keep the word    PREDICTABLE    from her mind.  she had to think                       better of the prince.     she  needed  someone who was predictable, really. to                       know he would take care of jean   &    herself was something she hadn’t been                       offered since lord julien ——————– though, since THAT hoax had been                                 revealed, she supposed louis was the first to back up his words. 

                     jean began to  whimper  then,  yawning & fidgeting uncomfortably. a woman,                      whom lola could place as a nursemaid, came forward,  asking if lola wanted to                       put him down for a nap. she nodded slowly, hands moving over to jean to take                      him back.      she gently pressed a kiss to his forehead & murmured a soft few                       words of prayer over him before handing him off. when he was gone,      she’d                       soon realize she’d lost her leverage with the prince.    silence brushed over her                       for a moment before she hummed softly,  walking around him & kneeling down                       near the snow. she scoops up a bit before straightening & rolling it in her hands.                       she glances at him over her shoulder   &   smirks just slightly before tossing the                                                     snow against the side of his head. 

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         for a few moments, the prince falls silent. he simply turns his attention to the baby boy in his arms. the infant seems to be interested in him for a bit, so he gives him his full attention. but when jean begins to stir & fidget in his arms, he looks to the nursmaid, then to lola.

         transferring the baby to his mother, louis smiles & gives a little wave to the infant. then he clasps his hands behind his back as he waits for the nursemaid to leave with jean. once he is left alone with lola, louis turns in his place as he mentally lists their options.

         but before he can begin to ask lola where she would prefer they go, the snowball hits the side of his head & shocks him from his thoughts. with a laugh, louis grins and scoops up a little pile of snow in his own hands. he packs it into a ball as he advances towards lola with a mischievous smile.  “ TWO can play at this game. ”

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               HE KNOWS THAT HE SHOULD NOT PRESS ON. he only wanted to  help  his                        brother.       perhaps he was not going on about doing so in the BEST manner.                        still, it was  d i f f i c u l t  to imagine what louis must be feeling. respect for the                       french king had all but fled antoine’s systems when he threatened his home. to                       know louis CARED of the valois line only made him scowl.     he should have                               never have sent such a SENSITIVE SOUL into the face of that castle. 

                                           ❛  you mourn a death that you threatened to CAUSE,                                             little brother. i remind you of that in hopes that you’ll                                             stop staring out of the window,    as if you’re hoping                                             queen mary will come  gallivanting  into your arms.                                                 last that i was informed,     she was having word with                                             don carlos of spain. ———— && if my last meeting                                             with the queen was  A N Y  indication of her feelings                                             for you, you are BETTER OFF purging her from your                                                                                 head.          ❜

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         “ i may have threatened him, but it was never a death i WANTED to cause. i had no other choice. nowhere to go. it was him or me. mary chose HIM. ”  the prince falls quiet for a moment as he continues staring blankly out over the hills.  “ she will not come to me, i know this much. but she will never be happy with anyone else. no one will live up to francis in her heart. i never stood a chance, but that does not make it any easier to cast her out of mine. she will always be in my heart. nothing will ever change that. ”

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               ❛ should we not be looking for wives?      father will have us                   married off to duller than blades duchesses if we don’t choose for                   ourselves, ❜   they were getting OLDER with no way of stopping the                    process. but, he knew leon was right. as usual. gossip was gossip, & it                    was UNWANTED ATTENTION. ❛ you’re right. no ladies would                     be for the best, i suppose. perhaps the wine will be our escorts.  ❜

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         sighing deeply at his brother’s words, leon gives a small nod.  “ there will be time to search for a suitable match once we are back in our own home. for now, i suppose --- if an opportunity presents itself, we may consider our options. but otherwise, it would be best not to SEEK OUT a courtship. ”  truthfully, leon would love to put off the search forever. but he knows, with his bourbon blood, that is simply not realistic.

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me @ me: get ur ass back on here asap

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                                       what destroyed her made her immortal in song && story

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              SHE FIDDLES WITH HER FINGERS, her grasp pulling at the fabric of one of the cords to her dress. she was a NERVOUS mother. she had reason to be in the french court — people got HURT quite often. especially when she & jean had a TARGET practically painted on their backs. she knows that she has to trust louis — if she was to be with him, jean had to like him — SHE HAD TO LIKE HIM. 

              she offers a faint smile & drags a hand through her hair absently, clearing her throat gently. ❛ that sounds LOVELY, louis. i can’t wait,  ❜ she muses, blue hues shifting from him to jean in the moment. ❛ ——will he be looked after…? i don’t suppose it’s the safest option to try & put him on a horse, too,  ❜ she tries to tease softly, a small laugh falling from her lips. 

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         “ OF COURSE, ”  louis nods as he glances from jean to his mother with a gentle smile.  “ i’ve arranged a servant woman who was a former nursemaid to look after him whenever we need her to. but you can keep him WITH YOU for as long as you would like during your stay. ”

         louis can’t imagine that it’s too pleasant for a mother to be separated from her child for too long. & if this courtship should go any further, he knows he must learn to understand LOLA’S point of view.

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              ❛ YOU’RE A TERRIBLE LIAR, BROTHER, ❜ he points out dryly. he does not PRESS. how could he press him when even HE wasn’t being honest? his shoulders rise & fall in a nonchalant shrug. ❛ i suppose not. i was merely thinking it would at least mildly throw anyone off our of trail, should they think our objective at court were for… well, anything non-diplomatic,  ❜

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         WITH A DEEP SIGH, leon simply shakes his head.  “ perhaps it is better to keep things simple. not draw too much attention to ourselves, yes? if we ask ladies to the ball, will people not think we are looking for wives? for our sakes, ANY kind of gossip is unwanted. ”