He approaches her with harshness, rather than actual anger and in either case, she would not have shied away from it. Doesn’t shy away from him as he throws his jacket over her shoulders, the presence of his hands warm through the thickness of the material. Father’s money buys expensive things, after all. For Jean Louis and for herself, through him. Remaining immobile in his hold for a long moment, she stares at nothing. Into a void. Father’s office hasn’t changed, of course – it would ruin the illusion Jean Louis is painting so meticulously, but another name is written all over it, regardless. The same name which she sports so willingly. Duroc. The man the men are speaking of, the women whispering about, all admiringly. Her husband. Who wants her. Who wants her to take part…
Swallowing thickly, she refrains from shrugging off his offer. With an effort. She is caught in between two evils and she has chosen the lesser, however great it is without comparison. She knows what it is for, yes. She knows what waits ahead of them and it requires her participation. He requires her participation, Jean Louis first, Father secondly. For his sake, Jean Louis said. For your father’s sake. He must remind her so often, only because nothing attests to its reality.
“France has no need for our scam,” she tells him. Slowly. Softly. And they have no need for France. If they are not hunting for glory and gold.
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Date: 2013-02-22 10:28 am (UTC)Swallowing thickly, she refrains from shrugging off his offer. With an effort. She is caught in between two evils and she has chosen the lesser, however great it is without comparison. She knows what it is for, yes. She knows what waits ahead of them and it requires her participation. He requires her participation, Jean Louis first, Father secondly. For his sake, Jean Louis said. For your father’s sake. He must remind her so often, only because nothing attests to its reality.
“France has no need for our scam,” she tells him. Slowly. Softly. And they have no need for France. If they are not hunting for glory and gold.