Former governess, now Maitresse-en-titre to @DucDuSouvre, mother to the Souvre children, acknowledged heirs to the Souvre title and fortune. [OC] [PARODY]
@DucDuSouvre for the occasion.” A sly grin crossed his lips, “And of course, the gaming tables will be open.” He returned to his seat and leaned forward, peering into your eyes. “And my senior Privy Counselors will be meeting with me……we MUST do something about this Huguenot infestation.”
@VivreVraiRP@DucDuSouvre
{Having spent the remainder of the afternoon in the salon with Viv and the children, Louie and I retire to our chambers for a private supper. I can see by the darkened smudges beneath your eyes that your excursion below stairs has taken its toll. ~
@DucDuSouvre glass in salute to Louie, “In no small measure due to your tactical prowess, Cousin……but now I wish to show France as the cultural center of Europe. Therefore, you and your Lady will attend my Salon……where I will be showing the latest styles and jewels created especially ~
@DucDuSouvre forward, your hand extended to your cousin. Watching through demurely downcast lashes I see the King bid me to rise. I gracefully move to your side. Motioning to the maid just outside the door, I immediately take on the role of hostess. Without turning to look at her}. Wine ~
@DucDuSouvre Devareaux, you do not understand……it is the /Royal/ coach! The King has just arrived!” Taken aback by her announcement, I turn wide eyes towards you, my voice quiet]
The King? Here?
@DucDuSouvre on our chamber door. “Your Grace! Madame, there is a coach……just arrived.” Sighing deeply, I raise my voice to be heard]
His Grace is weary, he is not receiving visitors
[The maid insistently knocks again, her voice rising on the other side of the closed door. “But Madame ~
looking down that hawkish nose of hers at me. But you would have been proud of me, I kept my temper in check and dulled my tongue.......a bit. And I am sure the sum of money donated in the duSouvre name more than made up for any possible discomfiture felt by our hostess.
to my lips, I take a dainty sip} The charity luncheon went well this afternoon {lifting my eyes to yours} despite that parvenu of a wife to your wine supplier. {smirking slightly as I set my glass on the table} Once she realized /who/ I was, she could not stop herself from ~