La Tristesse

“I must.” “Oh, please.” Quietly, she begged. Studying the hem of his white shirt, she fingered the soft cloth before glancing up at him. “Please don’t.” He smiled wistfully as he took her hands. Kneeling before her, he pressed his lips to them. “I wish for nothing more than to stay here, with you, but…


“Julius.” “Mother.” Bending down, he kissed his mother on the cheek before taking a seat beside the eldest of his younger siblings. Glancing up, Marie briefly smiled at her brother before returning her attention to her book; settling in, he watched as his father – the most powerful man in all the world, the monarch…


He was standing by the foot of the steps when the carriage arrived. Shifting his weight to his other leg, he unclasped his hands as he watched the horses slow so that, when the coach finally did come to a stop, he could open the door himself and help the lady down. She tightly held…

Les Retrouvailles

Shirley was glad for the dark of the evening as she curtsied. Stepping aside to let him pass through the side gate, she quietly followed behind him, the light of the candle bobbing up and down with every step. Just before they reached the ajar door of the estate, she reached out to touch his…

Le Conseil

But why am I so obsessed with parenthood?

Un Examen

Uh. It just…kept mutating. This is definitely NOT what I was thinking of when I started out with this part.

Les Bijoux

Christ, I had this in my drafts for so long.