“langley gets a lot of praise for her female Lis, but i just...don't really see it? like yes, they get a decent amount of content in comparison to female Lis in other stories, but they're all completely useless to the plot. maria theresa, bonne, chloe, and lilian could all lift right out of VFV and 7B with no impact whatsoever. maria theresa's only point is giving a reason why renee can't marry louis, bonne has no point, chloe has her trial that you don't see any of if you're not on her romance path & that has no consequences at all even if you are, and lilian has no point.
i think she's just good at writing WLW sex. maybe give a female LI an actual meaningful role in a story for once, langley🤷🏻♀️”
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Duchess Sylvie, Lady Bonne and their adoptive daughter, Lady Charlotte for @rc-catalog Mother's day <3 (Historians describe Sylvie and Bonne as best friends🤫)
Book: Vying for Versailles
Characters: Sylvie de Noailles (MC), Bonne de Pons d'Heudicourt and their unnamed adoptive daughter (Charlotte in my hc).
Type: edit.
Rating, warnings: G, none.
my submission for the first prompt of 14 Days of Love
I chose idiots in love
pairing: alexandre bontemps x renee de noailles
rating: g
summary: alexandre is in love with renee but he's in denial.
word count: 826
tagging: @rc-catalog
author's note: i think i have a thing for men who will die for their loves but are in denial about it.
additional note: this was written in half an hour, it's not beta - read because we die like men around here
Alexandre sat on his sturdy armchair at his table, teacup in hand, filled almost to the brim with the piping hot beverage. He placed the cup gently on his desk and flexed his shoulder and neck muscles, groaning with relief. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.
It had been another long day of courtly duties. Advising the king, attending meetings, holding celebrations. God, there were so many extravagant celebrations and he had the burden of ensuring everything ran smoothly.
He loved being the valet to his king, but sometimes he regretted his life choices.
Alexandre took a sip from his tea, savouring the rich flavour.
Tea.
He suddenly remembered Renée liked her tea with cream.
Renée. Lady Renée de Noailles.
Brilliant Renée. Playful. Bubbly. A pain in his damn ass. Why did he take her in? He should have reported her thievery to Lady Suzzanne the moment he caught her. But he hadn’t. There was something in her eyes. A spark. Potential. She was meant for something bigger.
Alexandre took another gulp of his tea.
Of course, he had to be the one to take on the responsibility to guide Renée to achieving her potential
He was sick and tired of her antics. She was a magnet for trouble. And he always did his best to get her out of trouble. She was resourceful enough to do it herself but -
No.
Alexandre could not go down that line of thought.
He did not dare to try to entertain it.
Renée…
He wanted her out of trouble because it would be a hit on his reputation. He was responsible for her and her wellbeing. He had to use her to get to what he wanted. That was the point of their deal.
He scratches her back and she will scratch his.
A business transaction.
So then why did he care so much?
Well, it wasn’t like he hated her or anything. Sure, trouble was her friend and she was annoying with her sharp quips but she was also brilliant. A brilliant orator, a brilliant spy…brilliantly beautiful.
Wait. That’s not important.
Alexandre sipped at his tea thoughtfully. He imagined brewing tea for himself and Renée every evening after a long day of work. He would make it perfectly. Hers with cream. He would hand it to her and watch her smile at him as she always did. Her mischievous grin. And they would spend every evening like that, bickering lovingly, drinking their warm tea. Maybe there would be sounds of giggles as young children tip toe around the house past their bedtime.
Alexandre blinked. What was he thinking? It could never be. He was nothing but a measly valet and Renée… Renée was a noble lady…way past his station. It could never be.
Never.
But still, it wouldn’t hurt to delve in imagination. Maybe in another life, where he wasn’t a valet and she wasn’t a noble.
After a few minutes of living in this fantasy world, he snapped himself out of his reverie, sipping again at his tea.
Right then - as if she had read his thoughts - came the scratching sound on the adjoining door to the next room. Renée’s room. She was here.
Alexandre masked his surprise immediately, after all, he was always used to wearing one. He straightened up and looked calmly at the woman who had entered his room. He never told this to her, but Alexandre loved that she trusted him so much. To be able to enter someone’s private chambers shamelessly, without fear of humiliation or discomfort, was perhaps the greatest form of intimacy one could have. Sure, there were higher forms of intimacy than that, but Alexandre will take what he can get.
Renée hopped slightly from foot to foot, nervous. After a moment of silence, she finally broke it: ‘I apologize for the intrusion, Alexandre. It’s just…I did not know what to do.’’
Alexandre immediately stood up from his place, concern evident in his eyes, concern he didn’t care to hide, not in front of her. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ He asked softly.
Renée bit her lip, ‘’I had a…nightmare. And I don’t know why I came here, but you were closest to me.’’
Alexandre paused. A nightmare. And she came to him.
He pressed his lips together. Slowly, he put forward his arms and even slower did Renée walk to him and sink into his chest.
A moment of intimacy.
A secret that burned his throat begging to come out. He pressed his lips together, tighter than before. It would not come out. He would take it to his grave if he had to.
Because it could never be. But at the present moment, it was.
He rubbed Renée’s back. Repetitive motion. Up and down. Up and down.
He felt his neck wet with warmth as she sobbed softly. He let her cry and cry and neither of them knew how long they stood there.
