[She embraces him tightly, trusting, and gives her head a little shake into his shoulder.]
I had-- grand visions of it, [she admits, face growing hot with the memory of her foolishness,] when I went to the Freemen. My Jacques was no fighter, so perhaps I would be, for him.
[Has she mentioned Jacques to Bastien? If not, might as well: she owes him the truth about one thing, at least.]
But though free, they were still nobility. I was set at once to cleaning up their messes.
[Pulling out of the hug, she perches back against the desk, eyes downcast and weary.]
...it's what we do, isn't it. They didn't even ask what I was good at.
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Date: 2024-09-03 06:59 pm (UTC)I had-- grand visions of it, [she admits, face growing hot with the memory of her foolishness,] when I went to the Freemen. My Jacques was no fighter, so perhaps I would be, for him.
[Has she mentioned Jacques to Bastien? If not, might as well: she owes him the truth about one thing, at least.]
But though free, they were still nobility. I was set at once to cleaning up their messes.
[Pulling out of the hug, she perches back against the desk, eyes downcast and weary.]
...it's what we do, isn't it. They didn't even ask what I was good at.