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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 10 months

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Salon Fréluire, Palais de Thornolie: 18 May 1850, 15:30

Monseigneur Oliver: Why did it have to be Mademoiselle Aubert?

La Reine Arabella: You must be seen actively pursuing a match. Eleanor has rejected your invitation, and because you cannot show up unaccompanied I had no choice but to make the invitation.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Scoffs] But Aubert? You could have issued an invitation to practically anyone else, Maman.

La Reine Arabella: Perhaps-

Monseigneur Oliver: You do realise she and I have already agreed not to pursue a match?

La Reine Arabella: That may be, but-Adelaide, is something the matter?

Madame Adelaide: I...I'm afraid not. I feel a bit unwell. Pardonnez-moi...[Leaves]

La Reine Arabella: Adelaide-

Monseigneur Oliver: Let her go. She's suffered an emotional week.

La Reine Arabella: What do you mean?

Monseigneur Oliver: I'm not at liberty to say.

La Reine Arabella: [Sighs] The two of you and your secrets...I'll go check on her. Meanwhile, do try and not to look so heartbroken. While I cannot do much regarding Eleanor's rejection at present, I have invited her and the rest of their family for tea tomorrow so that we may discover the root of the problem. So please try and be patient. [Leaves]

Le Roi Gaspard: She speaks wise words, Oliver.

Monseigneur Oliver: I've already made my decision.

Le Roi Gaspard: [Sighs] Your heart may have made a decision, but have you-

Monseigneur Oliver: The decision is made, both by heart and reason.

Le Roi Gaspard: Then explain it me. Why her?

Monseigneur Oliver: [Sighs] I've known Eleanor for almost my entire life, Papa. There is nothing about her I do not know, and that includes all the things she doesn't wish to put on display for anyone. She possesses the greatest strength of character, a keen mind...a true queen in every sense of the word. She is steadfast in her resolutions. She is gentle in her presentations. But...

Le Roi Gaspard: Quoi?

Monseigneur Oliver: I need her to see it...

Le Roi Gaspard: Hmm...

Monseigneur Oliver: Papa?

Le Roi Gaspard: See that she does.

Monseigneur Oliver: Quoi?

Le Roi Gaspard: You've given me a great deal to think about. Thornolia will need all of those qualities, and more, in her next Madame la Reine in order to secure and maintain her future. Without someone as strong as the mademoiselle you described...you will not be able to face what lies ahead. Excusez-moi. [Leaves]

Monseigneur Oliver: What lies ahead? What do you mean? Papa?

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crownsofesha · 6 months

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🎃 🍬Halloween Tag: Dress up your Sim like another Simblr's character. Pass it on! 🎃 🍬

This was just to good to pass up, I dressed up my Queen Arabella as Madame la Reine, Arabella de Thornolie from @theroyalthornoliachronicles.

#havenroyals #coeask #rivertalks #ts4 #I tried to be accurate #I imagine that if Arabella was in the same universe that the royal thornoliachronicles was is #she would be obsessed with the story #thanks for the ask!

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 1 year

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Palais de Thornolie, 05 Mai 1850, 09:45

La Reine Arabella: I am not surprised to see you looking in such a state.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Sighs] Maman...

La Reine Arabella: Do you have a moment?

Monseigneur Oliver: I have several, though I imagine I will not particularly appreciate your topic of converstation.

La Reine Arabella: I do hope you understand how lucky you are no one caught wind of your horrifying display yesterday. You not only embarrassed this family, but you humilated Eleanor, even going so far as potentially ruining her chances for a suitable match.

Monseigneur Oliver: Eleanor already has a suitable match.

La Reine Arabella: Judging by your behaviour yesterday you would be lucky if she ever forgave you.

Monseigneur Oliver: I don’t see how you could possibly understand-

La Reine Arabella: [Scoffs] Jealousy? Mon chéri, I am more acquainted with that emotion than you will ever know. I have your father to thank for that.

Monseigneur Oliver: Quoi?

La Reine Arabella: Oliver, if you continue to act and behave this way you will lose her. Not to mention I raised you better than this. If you so much as act in such a manner again-

Monseigneur Oliver: Wait...did you insinuate Eleanor is the one?

La Reine Arabella: [Laughs] Mon chéri, I have known for years.

Monseigneur Oliver: If that were true, why do you and Papa continue to insist I endure this monotony of a saison?

La Reine Arabella: [Sighs] I’m afraid the title you bear demands a great deal of sacrifice. While your father and I have granted you the freedom to make this decision for yourself, you must learn to both understand and accept that this particular choice will affect not just you, but the entire country. The people deserve to know their future roi considers them in all his deliberations, to know he will think of them and their well-being as well as his own. Eleanor already understands that. Why else would she ask you to endure this arrangement?

Monseigneur Oliver: Quoi? You know of our arrangement?

La Reine Arabella: [Stands] Of course I know, a mother knows all...Eleanor is the right choice, Oliver. I see it. Others see it-

Monseigneur Oliver: Then you have yet to read today’s Chronicle.

La Reine Arabella: Other’s who truly know you see it, mon chéri. But regardless, in order to possess such a match you must not only maintain your promises to us all, but you must also learn to be worthy of such a rare jewel. As of now, you are not.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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Salle de Bal, Palais de Thornolie: 27 April 1850, 12:30

La Reine Arabella: The orchestra shall be placed here. We should have the footmen move the piano and replace it with chairs for them.

Housekeeper: Oui, Madame.

La Reine Arabella: Let us make sure they are well provided for. They’ll need food when they arrive, of course. I will not allow them to be famished.

Housekeeper: Oui, Majesté.

La Reine Arabella: And offer them wine as well. Ah, Gaspard, what a surprise! Do you find it suitable for tonight’s soirée?

Le Roi Gaspard: Your keen eye has certainly turned the room into quite the dazzing display...

La Reine Arabella: Merci, Roselyne, that is all.

Housekeeper: Majesté. [Leaves]

La Reine Arabella: It appears you are still sulking.

Le Roi Gaspard: Don’t be ridiculous.

La Reine Arabella: If you believe your defensive response will do anything to disaude my opinion, then you are sorely mistaken.

Le Roi Gaspard: ...

La Reine Arabella: I cannot understand why this bothers you so. I see no reason to believe Oliver has any intention of making a hasty decision. You know as well as I that even as a boy he was always meticulous in his choices.

Le Roi Gaspard: Perhaps, but this is the first time he’s faced with a decision which will affect more than those closest to him. If he makes the wrong choice, the country could very well suffer.

La Reine Arabella: You should have more faith in your son.

Le Roi Gaspard: Hmm...

La Reine Arabella: [Sighs] What is this really about, Gaspard?

Le Roi Gaspard: Quoi?

La Reine Arabella: You heard me. What is it you’re truly afraid of?

Le Roi Gaspard: Arabella-

La Reine Arabella: Non. Out with it.

Le Roi Gaspard: [Sighs] It’s only...do you really believe her to be the best fit?

La Reine Arabella: I always knew you could be blind, but never to the extent where you couldn’t see what’s right before your eyes.

Le Roi Gaspard: How-

La Reine Arabella: If you came here to ask my honest opinion, then I will give it: If Oliver’s decision at the end of this season is what we expect, than I believe her to be the perfect choice. And if you were only to open your eyes to the world around you and pay attention, you would see it.

Le Roi Gaspard: My concern is not with her character, Arabella, but of her shy and timid nature. I’m afraid Oliver may be too lovestruck to see how much of a problem that could create.

La Reine Arabella: You seem to forget...not all love matches are doomed to fail.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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Le Grand Apartment De La Reine, Palais de Thornolie: 25 April 1850, 22: 30

Le Roi Gaspard: You would think by now he would learn. Honestly...

La Reine Arabella: I take it things did not go well this afternoon?

Le Roi Gaspard: I simply cannot fathom why he continues to carry on about her. He agreed to our stipulations, yet now he’s insistent on breaking it. He’s not taking any of this seriously.

La Reine Arabella: Au contraire, by my understanding Oliver has done nothing but take this seriously.

Le Roi Gaspard: It’s all a facade. In the eyes of the public he is the pinnacle of obedient, acting just as he is expected. But as soon as we were behind closed doors he was off reading another one of her letters.

La Reine Arabella: First, may I remind she does in fact have a name. Second, I would appreciate if you did not take your frustrations out on her when she has done nothing wrong.

Le Roi Gaspard: She’s a distraction-

La Reine Arabella: Eleanor deserves far more credit than you currently afford her.

Le Roi Gaspard: [Scoffs] I find that incredibly unlikely.

La Reine Arabella: Then you are a fool. Instead of accusing her of distracting him, you should be thanking her.

Le Roi Gaspard: Quoi?

La Reine Arabella: Eleanor is the only reason Oliver agreed to our arrangement in the first place. So again, I would appreciate if you did not blame her. Especially when Oliver’s behaviour is not the true souce of what troubles you.

Le Roi Gaspard: Do not-

La Reine Arabella: They will unearth the truth eventually, Gaspard. If you continue this path you’re on you will lose them. Is that what you want?

Le Roi Gaspard: I think I’ll sleep alone this evening. Bonne nuit.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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Salon d’Esres, Palais de Thornolie: 26 April 1850, 11:45

La Reine Arabella: Ah, Roselyne, you wouldn’t happen to have seen my daughter anywhere, have you?

Housekeeper: I do believe she’s still in the Salon d’Esres, Majesté.

La Reine Arabella: Merci.

La Reine Arabella: I do hate to see you so distressed...

La Reine Arabella: You must know how sorry I am for postponing your presentation.

Madame Adelaide: ...

La Reine Arabella: I suppose I cannot even begin to fathom how disappointed you feel.

Madame Adelaide: You are right, Maman. You cannot even begin to fathom it.

Madame Adelaide: To imagine what it feels like to be shoved aside. To be cast into the shadows for appearances sake, to perpetuate this ridiculous tradition you’ve concocted for the public to feast on. To be thought of as lesser...all so you can parade Oliver about, even though he’s already made his decision. So no...you cannot possibly understand.

La Reine Arabella: Have I mentioned how lovely you look today?

Madame Adelaide: ...

La Reine Arabella: [Sighs and Walks Away]

La Reine Arabella: We must head downstairs. We shouldn’t be late...

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 11 months

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Coronation Portraits, 1811

Monsieur le Roi, Gaspard Phillipe Reynaud de Thornolie

Madame la Reine, Arabella Catherine Lucienne de Thornolie

Credit: @batsfromwesteros

#thornolia royals #I've had Gaspard's portrait for ages #So I figured why not show a side by side comparison now that Arabella's is finished?#Honestly I love them both

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 9 months

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Salon d’Épitoise, Palais de Thornolie: 19 May 1850, 16:00

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: [Mutters] I can see what you mean....

La Reine Arabella: I cannot fathom what could have transpired between them after the opera...she looks so crestfallen...

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Oliver seems so as well...Her behaviour has been truly worrying, Arabella. Especially-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Your Maman is staring at me...

Madame Adelaide: I think she's concerned...did you truly reject Oliver's invitation?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: As I wrote to him, I-

Madame Adelaide: Don't attempt to lie to me, Eleanor. I know you. Why did you really reject him?

Duc de Clèrisseau: Do you truly have to look so annoyed?

Le Roi Gaspard: [Scoffs] You of all people should not be asking me that.

Duc de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] You're never going to let this go, are you?

Le Roi Gaspard: Perhaps when you finally decide to tell me the full story.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Gaspard-

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Are you even going to speak with her?

Monseigneur Oliver: She's made it clear she doesn't wish to spend her time with me.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: I'm not sure it's that simple, Oliver.

Monseigneur Oliver: Quoi?

Steward: Monsieur le Comte de Connier, Majestés.

Le Roi Gaspard: Morel? This is certainly a surprise.

Comte de Connier: Je vous prie de m'excuser. I do not wish to intrude on your personal time, but I'm afraid the matter is rather urgent.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Morel...You're not suggesting-

Comte de Connier: I'm afraid the time is finally upon us.

Le Roi Gaspard: You're absolutely certain?

Comte de Connier: My man followed a person of interest carrying a lettter heading to the docks a few days ago.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: What is so-

Duc de Clèrisseau: Silence, Ernest.

Le Roi Gaspard: Did he make it aboard the ship?

Comte de Connier: My man attempted to stop him, but was unsuccessful.

Monseigneur Oliver: I don't follow. What is so important about stopping a man with a letter?

Madame Adelaide: Surely someone carrying something as simple as a letter is harmless, is it not?

La Reine Arabella: Hush. Monsieur, was your man successful in uncovering any further information?

Comte de Connier: Not at present, Madame. If my suspicions are correct, the time we feared is fast approaching.

Le Roi Gaspard: Messier, please escort le Duc et le Comte to my study. It seems we have much to discuss.

Steward: Oui, Majesté.

Monseigneur Oliver: I'm coming with you.

Le Roi Gaspard: Non.

Monseigneur Oliver: Have I not be forced to spend hours on end with you in order to be prepared for my role as the future Monsieur le Roi? Surely I should be involved if-

Le Roi Gaspard: That may be true, Oliver, but today is not that day. Madames et mademoiselles, pardonnez-moi. [Leaves]

[Heavy Silence]

La Reine Arabella: [Stands] Oliver-

[Oliver Storms Off]

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 10 months

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Palais de Thornolie: 17 May 1850, 13:45

Le Roi Gaspard: Très bon, and there's still no update from Parlement?

Duc de Clèrisseau: They should be starting the voting process in the coming weeks.

La Reine Arabella: Ah! Henri!

Duc de Clèrisseau: Arabella, bonne journée.

La Reine Arabella: I'm so glad to have caught you. Perhaps you may be able to assist me in unearthing a rather curious situation.

Duc de Clèrisseau: I shall endeavour to do my best.

La Reine Arabella: Are you aware Eleanor has rejected Oliver's invitation to join him at the Prix de Thornolie?

Duc de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] Oui...I am aware.

La Reine Arabella: Do you not find it...rather odd? At the opera everything appeared quite settled between them.

Duc de Clèrisseau: En effet...truth be told, Arabella, Eleanor has been acting peculiar ever since that night. She's withdrawn, jumpy, and any time a letter is handed to her in my presence she goes deathly pale. Charlotte and I are growing more concerned by the day. Something is clearly amiss.

La Reine Arabella: Oliver has been utterly beside himself since she sent word rejecting him...[sighs] but I suppose until we can uncover what is happening I will have to arrange for another to accompany him....Perhaps...Mademoiselle Aubert?

Le Roi Gaspard: Aubert? You cannot be serious, Arabella. You truly think it wise?

La Reine Arabella: You know as well as I Oliver must be seen making an effort, regardless if his heart has made its decision. Not to mention the Chronicle has spoken often enough regarding the two of them in recent weeks...

Duc de Clèrisseau: Perhaps...we can do something in the meantime? To reconcile whatever has happened between our two children?

Le Roi Gaspard: Honestly, is this truly necessary?

La Reine Arabella: Oui...a wonderful idea, Henri. I shall arrange for an afternoon tea in two days time. I'll go and make the arrangements now and have an invitation ready for you before you leave. We shall get to the bottom of this. I'm certain of it.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Merci, Madame.

La Reine Arabella: Oh, and Gaspard? Do try not to look so sour-faced. It's never suited you.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 10 months

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La Chambre de la Madame Royale, Palais de Thornolie: 18 May 1850, 15:40

La Reine Arabella: Oh, ma chérie!

Madame Adelaide: [Sniffs] Leave me be, Maman.

La Reine Arabella: I will do no such thing, not when you're in such a state. Come here...

Madame Adelaide: This is all your fault! You and Papa! Forcing me to stay in Oliver's shadow when all of us know he's already made up his mind! Now Jonathan is married and-

La Reine Arabella: Jonathan? Le Marquis de Tourac?

Madame Adelaide: Oui, Maman! He promised to wait for me, yet what does he do days latter? He receives a special license to marry Mademoiselle Robin! He betrayed me, Maman!

La Reine Arabella: Hush...it's all going to be alright, chérie.

Madame Adelaide: How can you possibly say that?

La Reine Arabella: Because no mondamoiseau who truly loved you would make such vows only to sever them later.

Madame Adelaide: It's not as if it matters anymore...he's gone.

La Reine Arabella: Shh, Ma chérie, I know you feel as if your heart is breaking, and I truly am sorry to have played such a part in your heartache. But trust me when I say this will pass. Your heart will heal, and when it does, someone far more worthy of it will come along. Someone worth waiting for.

Madame Adelaide: I was such a fool. I truly believed he loved me, Maman. [Sobs]

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 1 year

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Palais Théâtre de Thornolie: 11 May 1850, 19:30

Le Roi Gaspard: Premier Ministre! I am so grateful you were able to accept my invitation on such short notice.

Premier Ministre: How could we refuse such an invitation? It was an honour, Majesté.

La Reine Arabella: Madame de Avery, I hope you’ll allow me to express my congratulations. You and Monseiur de Corruy must be overjoyed by the news.

Madame de Corruy: Merci, Majesté. We are simply elated.

Premier Ministre: We are of course hoping for a boy. It would round up our family quite nicely, and give our little Daisy a nice companion.

La Reine Arabella: En effet...I’m sure she will enjoy the company. Le Monseigneur et Madame Royale were near inseparable during their youth.

Madame de Corruy: Lucky for you, it appears they still are.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Whispers] Smile, s'il vous plaît. I hate to see you so upset.

Madame Adelaide: [Whispers] I assure you, I am quite well.

Monseigneur Oliver: Adelaide-

Duchesse de Liroux: Votre Altesse Royales.

Monseigneur Oliver: Madame la Duchesse. Mademoiselle Aubert. I trust you are looking forward to the evening ahead?

Duchesse de Liroux: Oui, Monseigneur. My daughter has spoken of nothing else all afternoon.

Monseigneur Oliver: I had no idea you were such a fan of the opera, Mademoiselle. I would never have guessed it.

Mademoiselle Aurora: It is...a recent enjoyment of mine, Monseigneur.

Monseigneur Oliver: I see...

Madame Adelaide: I thank you for accepting my invitation, Mademoiselle Aubert. It will be nice to have some company in the family box aside from my cousin and uncle.

Mademoiselle Aurora: It is an honour to offer you my company, Madame.

Duchesse de Liroux: Pardonnez-moi, Madame. Did you say you are not joining the rest of your family in the royal box?

Madame Adelaide: Oh, non. There are a limited number of seats, and it was always decided I would sit with my extended family in the box adjacent. I hope that does not upset you, Mademoiselle. I assure you the view is just as lovely.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Of course not, Madame.

Duchesse de Liroux: Monseigneur, I was hoping-

Monseigneur Oliver: If you’ll excuse me, Madame, I must be off to wait for my guest. Do enjoy your evening.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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At what age did young ladies start and finish finishing school? And what did they learn?

Hello Nonnie!

I'm so glad you asked this question, as I've actually created an entire system and history of this particular finishing school in Thornolia!

Château Épitoise was founded in 1835 by the Madame la Reine, Arabella de Thornolie, for mademoiselles of noble birth to allow them the rights to education.

Thornolia's noble familes send their daughters (upon reaching the age of eight) to the Château Épitoise, where they study and live until they reach the age of eighteen. This is to ensure a thorough education, though mademosielles are allowed to return home for the Christmas and Easter holidays. Families also visit every Wednesday and Saturday between the hours of twelve and two to spend time with their daughters.

The mademoiselles are divided into three age groups for learning: 8-11, 12-15, and 16-18. Each age group is designated a coloured uniform dress to distinguish them between their three groups (8-11: Gray, 12-15: Yellow/White, 16-18: Green/White), and placed into rooms with one another. Each dormitory consists of four beds, and is also sparcely decorated in the colours of each particular group.

Classes for these mademoiselles cover a variety of subjects, including literature, language (with a primary focus on French and English), religion, history, geography, arithmetic, dancing, music, art, and etiquette. These classes are mainly taught by married, educated, eldery men, with class ladies overseeing the mademoiselles progress and keeping them obedient through lessons when needed.

The daily timetable at Château Épitoise is rooted in strict routine:

06:00: Wake Up/ Get Dressed 06:30: Morning Prayers/Breakfast 07:30-11:30: Lessons 11:30: Free-time 12:00: Lunch 13:00-17:00: Lessons 17:00: Dinner 18:00: Dance Lessons 19:00-21:00: Free-time/Bath (depending on wash schedule, each mademoiselle had a bath every few days) 21:00: Evening Prayers 21:30: Sleep

The Famille Royale also visit on occassion, particulary surrounding the days of national celebration in Thornolia. On such occassions, dinners and balls are hosted by Château Épitoise, not only to honour the Monsieur le Roi, but to allow the mademoiselles to continue their learning of etiquette and dancing, which sometimes include the opportunity to dance with either the Monsieur le Roi or the Monseigneur L'Épin. It is said these events are a favourite of the Madame la Reine, who has said the Monsieur le Roi too enjoys the light-heartedness of these events.

Final exams are taken by those who have turned eighteen, with the Famille Royale present. Final exams include a ball and a concert put on by the Famille Royale, and mademoiselles at the top of their class receive a cipher from the Madame la Reine (who as well awards it to them).

There is so much more I could say, but I am intending to have some flashback scenes in future of our favourite Thornolians attending school! But I do hope you enjoyed this little tidbit of information!

#theroyalthornoliachronicles asks

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 2 years

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𝓛𝓪 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓮, 1838

Aurélien Calvet Oil on Cavas, 1838

#Thornolian Royal Portraits #Thornolia #thornolia royals #Le Roi Gaspard de Thornolie #La Reine Arabella de Thornolie #Monseigneur Oliver de Thornolie #Madame Adelaide de Thornolie #Victorian Sims

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 3 years

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Salon Courseau, Manoir de Thornwood: 12 April 1850, 15:30

La Reine Arabella: Make sure you’ve returned in plenty of time for dinner tomorrow evening. I’m putting together a small dinner to celebrate Eleanor’s birthday.

Le Roi Gaspard: Oh? And why this sudden addition to my already busy schedule?

La Reine Arabella: I thought it would be a nice gesture, what with all Charlotte’s help planning the saison. Not to mention-

Le Roi Gaspard: [Sighs] Oui, very well.

La Reine Arabella: Whatever is the matter with you this afternoon?

Le Roi Gaspard: Henri and I have had some...difficult conversations of late.

La Reine Arabella: Oh? And what are the topics of these conversations?

Le Roi Gaspard: Informing our children of their heritage.

La Reine Arabella: I see...Well, I do not have to tell you where I stand on the matter.

Le Roi Gaspard: Indeed you do not.

La Reine Arabella: I don’t suppose Henri has managed to persaude you to the side of reason?

Le Roi Gaspard: No.

La Reine Arabella: [Sighs] It’s time, Gaspard. They’ve been in the dark long enough.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 3 years

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Bureau de Thornwood, Manoir de Thornwood: 23 April 1850, 12:30

Le Roi Gaspard: Do not forget you and I will leave for the palais first thing tomorrow. I trust you will remember your obligations, Oliver. These next few days are vital, and whether you like it or not you will be the focus of everyone’s attention.

Monseigneur Oliver: Oui, mon père. I am aware.

Le Roi Gaspard: I also expect to see you to making an effort during the bal blanc. One cannot be certain of a decision as important as this without first seeing all that is on offer. And there will be much on offer, I can assure you.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Sighs] I will do as you ask, but you should know it is highly unlikely my mind will be swayed. Eleanor is-

Le Roi Gaspard: Stop acting naive. I find it beyond impossible for you to be so certain, to be persauded so easily by the first mademoiselle to cross your path. If you do not make all the necessary efforts-

Monseigneur Oliver: You’ll what?

La Reine Arabella: My, my. What is all this fuss about? I could hear you both arguing from down the hall.

Monseigneur Oliver: It’s nothing, Maman. [Leaves]

La Reine Arabella: Where you going? Oliver?

La Reine Arabella: Gaspard?

Le Roi Gaspard: That son of yours is far too impulsive. How can he be so certain? He’s barely even looked!

La Reine Arabella: Ah...

Le Roi Gaspard: He gets that from your side of the family.

La Reine Arabella: Oh, no. That stubborn impulsiveness he inherited from you. And while he may be impulsive, he does see reason. He will do as we ask, and he will make the right decision when the time comes.

Le Roi Gaspard: Will he? [Long Silence] Arabella?

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 3 years

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Salon Gretoise, Manoir de Thornwood: 4 April 1850, 15:30 PM

La Reine Arabella: You’ve been such a dear helping me look over all the final details, Charlotte. I’m not sure I could have done any of this without you. There was certainly far more to putting this together than I originally prepared for.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Honestly, the pleasure is all mine. The opportunity to see a proper saison once more…it does brighten one’s mood, does it not?

La Reine Arabella: I hope it will be received well. From my understanding it already has most of Thornwood in a state of excitement.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: The papers certainly seems to believe so...though I have to ask, how is Oliver? With the Chronicle announcing him as the primary focus...

La Reine Arabella: Oh, you know how he can be. When Gaspard and I sat him down and informed him it was time for him to marry he seemed…unphased.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: I’m sure it comes as no surprise to you or I the reason behind that.

La Reine Arabella: [Laughs] Oh, oui. Those two have been quite devoted to one another since they were children. I only wonder if there may be another who has the ability to sway his resolve...though he’s always been so determined, so set in his decisions…oui...I think Oliver will be fine. It’s Adelaide I worry for.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Oh? I assumed Adelaide would be thrilled about the prospect of la saison.

La Reine Arabella: She was.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Was?

La Reine Arabella: Gaspard informed her she must wait to be presented next year. Honestly, Charlotte, she took the news harder than either of us anticipated. Spent the next few days locked in her room...I’ve never seen her so upset.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: I can only imagine what it’s like for the pair of them, having the crown dictate so much of their lives. She must feel so resentful of Oliver.

La Reine Arabella: I do not believe her to be bitter toward Oliver, but she has been acting rather strange…

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: I wouldn’t fret. I’m sure it’s nothing more than a little disappointment. Adelaide will be fine with time.

La Reine Arabella: I’m sure you’re right....speaking of, I do wonder where they all have run off to. They’ve missed tea.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: [Laughs] I would have assumed where they are as fairly obvious, wouldn’t you?

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