Geralt Manchette having a busy schedule, afforded Claude the freedoms to usually do what she wanted, at least on most days. As long as she also completed whatever task that had been asked of her, for fear of igniting his ire and temper.
She hadn’t planned on telling him about the wedding of one Lucien Beauvais and Maeve Valathrian. Maeve was a nobody where Geralt was concerned, and Lucien was only minor nobility, compared to the rank of Duke and Duchess that the Manchettes had. However, upon learning of the wedding, Geralt somehow managed to get his hands on the guest list and decided that there would be some people there that Geralt wanted spied upon.
It wasn’t the life she’d imagined for herself, sure growing up as a child she knew that one day she would probably have to marry someone she didn’t love, but then there was school and meeting one Rene Louis Dumont. For a brief time in her life she truly believed she was going to get her happy ending, but oh how wrong she was.
She’d seen the guest list, she knew he might be there. Though she wasn’t sure how she felt about that, she wasn’t just there to congratulate the happy couple but to spy on another family and plant something on their persons that would be incriminating. Seeing her former lover could complicate things, but on the other hand, oh how badly she wanted to see Rene. Sure he hadn’t stopped the wedding to Geralt, but time hadn’t closed that wound and deep down her heart still beat in tune to his. She imagined it always would, until her heart stopped beating.
She wore her pink outfit, she hadn’t worn it in awhile. The miscarriage she’d had a year earlier was still a fresh wound that Geralt liked to pick at, a wound that had spread through the rumour mill like wild fire. A Duchess that couldn’t give her Duke an heir, what good was she. When she got at the place where the wedding was taking place, she showed her invitation to the men at the door and went in.
The wedding was nice, though Rene’s presence there made it hard for her to focus. All she could think about was how her wedding had gone. How she’d stood in the back and waited and waited and even caused her wedding to delay because she kept hoping that Rene would show up and whisk her away. The whisking never came, but sitting there now it felt like a fresh wound being open up. How could she not be with him, how could the world be so cruel.
Once the ceremony was done and everyone moved to the reception area, Claude initially did a round of the room, and then found herself sitting back in an out of the way corner. From there she had a good vantage of the family she was there to spy on, and for the moment her attention was on that and not Rene.
She hadn’t planned on telling him about the wedding of one Lucien Beauvais and Maeve Valathrian. Maeve was a nobody where Geralt was concerned, and Lucien was only minor nobility, compared to the rank of Duke and Duchess that the Manchettes had. However, upon learning of the wedding, Geralt somehow managed to get his hands on the guest list and decided that there would be some people there that Geralt wanted spied upon.
It wasn’t the life she’d imagined for herself, sure growing up as a child she knew that one day she would probably have to marry someone she didn’t love, but then there was school and meeting one Rene Louis Dumont. For a brief time in her life she truly believed she was going to get her happy ending, but oh how wrong she was.
She’d seen the guest list, she knew he might be there. Though she wasn’t sure how she felt about that, she wasn’t just there to congratulate the happy couple but to spy on another family and plant something on their persons that would be incriminating. Seeing her former lover could complicate things, but on the other hand, oh how badly she wanted to see Rene. Sure he hadn’t stopped the wedding to Geralt, but time hadn’t closed that wound and deep down her heart still beat in tune to his. She imagined it always would, until her heart stopped beating.
She wore her pink outfit, she hadn’t worn it in awhile. The miscarriage she’d had a year earlier was still a fresh wound that Geralt liked to pick at, a wound that had spread through the rumour mill like wild fire. A Duchess that couldn’t give her Duke an heir, what good was she. When she got at the place where the wedding was taking place, she showed her invitation to the men at the door and went in.
The wedding was nice, though Rene’s presence there made it hard for her to focus. All she could think about was how her wedding had gone. How she’d stood in the back and waited and waited and even caused her wedding to delay because she kept hoping that Rene would show up and whisk her away. The whisking never came, but sitting there now it felt like a fresh wound being open up. How could she not be with him, how could the world be so cruel.
Once the ceremony was done and everyone moved to the reception area, Claude initially did a round of the room, and then found herself sitting back in an out of the way corner. From there she had a good vantage of the family she was there to spy on, and for the moment her attention was on that and not Rene.
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