Louis Condé

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                                                ( @confiiance ) 

         louis is on his way to somewhere else --- anywhere else that isn’t here --- when he hears the shouts ahead. urging his horse onwards, he sees that there is a group of bandits harassing a young woman. upon seeing this, he rides up the the scene & dismounts his horse, sword in hand.  “ hey! it would be wise of you all to BACK OFF & return what you’ve taken from this woman. ”  but of course, it’s not that easy. he ends up having to fight off the crooks, but not before leaving a few of them with some cuts & bruises.

                                                                        she knew she was in trouble.

         he scans every hallway & corridor in his search, but finds her nowhere. he is running out of places to look. but then he hears the HEAVY footsteps echoing through the halls. he freezes for a moment, trying to pinpoint their direction so he can quietly investigate.

                     jean began to  whimper  then,  yawning & fidgeting uncomfortably. a woman,                      whom lola could place as a nursemaid, came forward,  asking if lola wanted to                       put him down for a nap. she nodded slowly, hands moving over to jean to take                      him back.      she gently pressed a kiss to his forehead & murmured a soft few                       words of prayer over him before handing him off. when he was gone,      she’d                       soon realize she’d lost her leverage with the prince.    silence brushed over her                       for a moment before she hummed softly,  walking around him & kneeling down                       near the snow. she scoops up a bit before straightening & rolling it in her hands.                       she glances at him over her shoulder   &   smirks just slightly before tossing the                                                     snow against the side of his head. 

         but before he can begin to ask lola where she would prefer they go, the snowball hits the side of his head & shocks him from his thoughts. with a laugh, louis grins and scoops up a little pile of snow in his own hands. he packs it into a ball as he advances towards lola with a mischievous smile.  “ TWO can play at this game. ”

                                           ❛  you mourn a death that you threatened to CAUSE,                                             little brother. i remind you of that in hopes that you’ll                                             stop staring out of the window,    as if you’re hoping                                             queen mary will come  gallivanting  into your arms.                                                 last that i was informed,     she was having word with                                             don carlos of spain. ———— && if my last meeting                                             with the queen was  A N Y  indication of her feelings                                             for you, you are BETTER OFF purging her from your                                                                                 head.          ❜

         “ i may have threatened him, but it was never a death i WANTED to cause. i had no other choice. nowhere to go. it was him or me. mary chose HIM. ”  the prince falls quiet for a moment as he continues staring blankly out over the hills.  “ she will not come to me, i know this much. but she will never be happy with anyone else. no one will live up to francis in her heart. i never stood a chance, but that does not make it any easier to cast her out of mine. she will always be in my heart. nothing will ever change that. ”

               ❛ should we not be looking for wives?      father will have us                   married off to duller than blades duchesses if we don’t choose for                   ourselves, ❜   they were getting OLDER with no way of stopping the                    process. but, he knew leon was right. as usual. gossip was gossip, & it                    was UNWANTED ATTENTION. ❛ you’re right. no ladies would                     be for the best, i suppose. perhaps the wine will be our escorts.  ❜

         sighing deeply at his brother’s words, leon gives a small nod.  “ there will be time to search for a suitable match once we are back in our own home. for now, i suppose --- if an opportunity presents itself, we may consider our options. but otherwise, it would be best not to SEEK OUT a courtship. ”  truthfully, leon would love to put off the search forever. but he knows, with his bourbon blood, that is simply not realistic.

                                       what destroyed her made her immortal in song && story

              she offers a faint smile & drags a hand through her hair absently, clearing her throat gently. ❛ that sounds LOVELY, louis. i can’t wait,  ❜ she muses, blue hues shifting from him to jean in the moment. ❛ ——will he be looked after…? i don’t suppose it’s the safest option to try & put him on a horse, too,  ❜ she tries to tease softly, a small laugh falling from her lips. 

         louis can’t imagine that it’s too pleasant for a mother to be separated from her child for too long. & if this courtship should go any further, he knows he must learn to understand LOLA’S point of view.

              ❛ YOU’RE A TERRIBLE LIAR, BROTHER, ❜ he points out dryly. he does not PRESS. how could he press him when even HE wasn’t being honest? his shoulders rise & fall in a nonchalant shrug. ❛ i suppose not. i was merely thinking it would at least mildly throw anyone off our of trail, should they think our objective at court were for… well, anything non-diplomatic,  ❜

         WITH A DEEP SIGH, leon simply shakes his head.  “ perhaps it is better to keep things simple. not draw too much attention to ourselves, yes? if we ask ladies to the ball, will people not think we are looking for wives? for our sakes, ANY kind of gossip is unwanted. ”