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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 11 months

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Palais Théâtre de Thornolie: 11 May 1850, 20:30

La Fille du Régiment: Chacun le sait

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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 · 9 months

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Manoir de Liroux, 18 May, 1850, 12:30 PM

Mademoiselle Aurora: Oh, Maman what do you think? I believe Eloise has finally perfected my hair.

Duchesse de Liroux: Postitively regal. We shall have her recreate this for the Prix de Thornolie.

Mademoiselle Aurora: En effet. Oh, I do wonder what Monsieur de Rousseau will think of it.

Duchesse de Liroux: And why would you bother yourself with his opinions?

Mademoiselle Aurora: He sent me a letter a few days ago asking to escort me, and I accepted.

Duchesse de Liroux: How dare you. What gives you the right to accept him when you are set to accompany the Monseigneur?

Mademoiselle Aurora: Quoi?

Duchesse de Liroux: You need not worry yourself. You were invited by Madame la Reine herself, and you will not insult this family by rejecting her. I will not hear another word about it, and you will send word to le Marquis and reject him.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Maman, non! I gave him my word days ago! I cannot reject him now!

Duchesse de Liroux: Ça suffit! You will write to him and reject his advances, and you will finally focus on hooking the Monseigneur!

Mademoiselle Aurora: I refuse! Why must you continue to push the matter when the Monseigneur's mind is already made up? Le Marquis is more than suitable, and a match any normal maman would be glad to have for their daughter!

Duchesse de Liroux: My reasons are none of your concern. You will do as I say and accompany the Monseigneur. End of discussion.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Non.

Duchesse de Liroux: Excusez-moi?

Mademoiselle Aurora: I will not be used by you or Papa for some slight you refuse to explain or let go of. I will not accompany the Mon-

[Emilie smacks Aurora]

Duchesse de Liroux: You will not disobey me! Write to le Marquis. Reject his request. Or you can be certain I will do it for you. And you will not like the method at which I go about it.

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Chateau de Clèrisseau: 19 May 1850, 14:45

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Ernest! Eleanor! The carriage is waiting! We mustn't be late!

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I'm just here, Maman.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Oh, Mignonne. You look lovely.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Merci, Maman.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Remind me again why we've all been summoned to tea? I can think of at least a dozen other things I'd rather be doing to-

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Stop huffing about, Ernest. The reasons as to why Madame la Reine chooses to invite us to tea do not concern you. You should be honoured, regardless. Now, if we lounge around for any longer we will be late, and you will have your father to deal with when we arrive. Let us be off.

[Charlotte, Ernest, and Eleanor Start to Leave]

Footmen: Pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle. A letter has just arrived for you.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oh...merci...

"Mlle Valery,

I would hate to have to remind you of the consequences should you make the wrong decisions.

We are always watching, ma chérie."

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Eleanor! I know this tea has something to do with you, and if Maman has to tell us again how-Eleanor?

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Eleanor....what's happened? Who's written-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Starts and Puts the Letter Away] Oh...ce n'est rien. We should go. Maman does not like to be kept waiting.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: [Grabs Eleanor] Nellie-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Hisses] Unhand me. [Pulls out of his Grip and Leaves]

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Les Jardins Privés, Palais de Thornolie: 19 May 1850, 16:15

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver!

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver, arrêtez vous!

Monseigneur Oliver: Go back inside, Eleanor.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I will do no such thing.

Monseigneur Oliver: Did you hear him? Treating me as if I was just some school boy who hadn't finished his lessons? He's the one who's been preparing me to succeed him, forcing me to sit with him for hours on end, and now when there is something of a real threat he tells me to stand aside? Why is there so much mystery?! I will not stand for it!

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Do you think perhaps this may have something to do with the arguments you and Addy overheard weeks ago?

Monseigneur Oliver: Where did you hear that?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: You wrote to me. I remember everything you tell me.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Scoffs] I'm not sure why you bother to remember anything when it comes to me. Did you not reject me?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: My rejection of your invitation has nothing to do with how I feel about you and you know it!

Monseigneur Oliver: Do I? Were you not the one who said you could overcome your reservations while we watched the opera? And where are we now?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: ...

Monseigneur Oliver: [Deep Sigh] Nothing is going the way I imagined.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Everything will be alright, Oliver. I swear it.

Monseigneur Oliver: Why did you reject me, Eleanor?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver....s'il vous plaît-

Monseigneur Oliver: I must know.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I already told you-

Monseigneur Oliver: ...Something's happened...

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Quoi?

Monseigneur Oliver: You're frightened.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I am not. You're being absurd.

Monseigneur Oliver: Ma dulcinée-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I'm certain once votre père know more of what is happening he'll involve you.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Sighs] Eleanor...stop attempting to side-step my question.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I'm merely worried for you, that's all.

Monseigneur Oliver: Worried for me? Eleanor-

[Eleanor cuts him off, rushing to hug him]

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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 · 11 months

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Chateau de Clèrisseau: 15 May 1850, 18:15

Duc de Clèrisseau: If you stand out here any longer you’ll catch a chill, Mignonne.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I promise to come inside shortly, Papa.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Is...are you alright, chérie?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: So many have asked me the very same question...and yet I have no answer.

Duc de Clèrisseau: I do hope matters between you and Oliver are-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Sighs] Oliver is perfectly wonderful, Papa. A true mondamoiseau. It’s only...

Duc de Clèrisseau: Oui?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Do you believe I am the right choice for him?

Duc de Clèrisseau: Mignonne, why do you ask such a question?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver...he has such responsibilities waiting for him, Papa. And I am not so oblivious to not see what the Chronicle write about me or what others whisper behind my back. I know there are those who find me ineligible...weak...it is hard not to agree with them when those voices speak louder with each passing day. What if Oliver were to propose? What if I were to accept? What if those people who say such things about me-

Duc de Clèrisseau: Eleanor, écoute-moi. Forget what others say or may say. You must never allow gossips to sway your judgement. And if you are still not swayed by these words, take it from someone who has watched the two of you your entire lives. From someone who truly knows you both so well. You are his right choice. Just as he is yours. A love like yours...well, I have not witnessed one like it in all my years, chérie.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: But...what if there are people out there who would wish to actively separate us? Those who despise us?

Duc de Clèrisseau: Mignonne...is someone threatening you?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Quoi? Oh...non, Papa...of course not. I...you know my mind wanders when I worry.

Duc de Clèrisseau: If someone is threatening you, you must tell me. I will not have someone threatening the life of my daughter.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I...I promise, Papa.

Duc de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] In the end, Mignonne, the decision is yours. Oliver loves you.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Do you really believe so?

Duc de Clèrisseau: One does not spend the last two decades watching the two of you and be oblivious to what is right in front of them. Even now when I pass him in the halls of le palais he makes a point to stop me and ask after you. You are the one he loves, Eleanor. His eyes are for you and you alone.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Cries] Oh, Papa...I don’t know what to do.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Shhh...shhh, Mignonne. I’ve got you.

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theroyalthornoliachronicles · 8 months

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Le Cabinet du Roi, Palais de Thornolie: 19 May 1850, 16:30

Le Roi Gaspard: And you have every reason to believe the message was intended for a member of l'insurrection?

Comte de Connier: All signs point in that direction, Monsieur.

Duc de Clèrisseau: How can you be so certain?

Comte de Connier: My man has been following men of interests for years. Per the orders of Monsieur le Roi, of course. A few days ago one such person was spotted carrying a letter, making way toward the docks.

Le Roi Gaspard: Continue.

Comte de Connier: My man continued to follow him, and when he saw him preparing passage onto the ship he attempted to intervene, but the man caught on and took off. I am regretful to say we lost him.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Do we know where the ship was travelling to?

Comte de Connier: Sibna, which is known to be a transfer port for Thalia.

Le Roi Gaspard: Damn.

Duc de Clèrisseau: We must make preparations for your and your family's safety. If this letter is indeed meant for Les Insurgés, then someone has managed to fool us all and betray our loyalties.

Le Roi Gaspard: Henri, s'il vous plaît. We cannot start making contingency plans yet.

Comte de Connier: With all do respect, Monsieur, Henri may be right. It is best we make preparations. We cannot risk another event as dire as the one we left behind.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Think of Aug-

Le Roi Gaspard: There is no need to continue that thought. Not a day goes by where I do not think of him.

Duc de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] You know what this means, do you not? You must speak with your children.

Le Roi Gaspard: Non.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Honestly, Gaspard, we no longer have the time to spare their feelings! We are crossing into trouble waters! You cannot seriously be considering to gamble with your children's future, just as you cannot ask me to do the same, especially if your son's intentions with my daughter are realised!

Le Roi Gaspard: [Deep Sigh] Morel, what do you suggest?

Comte de Connier: I believe it would be wise to cancel all future engagements, Monsieur. It would not be wise to appear at such public events if there are those nearby preparing to strike.

Le Roi Gaspard: Arabella would never allow it.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Gaspard-

Comte de Connier: Then we heighten your security. I can invite Duc de Fleurieux et Marquis de Montavin to discuss the matter further.

Le Roi Gaspard: Très bien. Tell your man to continue his surveillance. Have him watch the docks for his return. If we can apprehend him before he's able to deliver the reply we can hopefully avoid any further distress.

Comte de Connier: Oui, Monsieur.

Duc de Clèrisseau: And Oliver? Adelaide?

Le Roi Gaspard: [Short Silence] We keep this from them...for the time being.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Gaspard-

Le Roi Gaspard: I will tell them, Henri. Adelaide can wait, but I will tell Oliver after the Masquerade. We've made him agree to announce his engagement then, so I do not want to deprive him of joy on such an occassion.

Duc de Clèrisseau: That seems rather uncharacterisc of you, I must say.

Le Roi Gaspard: I'm not as heartless as you all seem to believe, Henri.

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Palais Théâtre de Thornolie: 11 May 1850, 22:30

La Fille du Régiment: C’en est donc fait

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Are you enjoying the opera?

Monseigneur Oliver: [Smiles] Clearly not as much as you.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: It was kind of your mother to allow us to sit in their seats after the interval.

Monseigneur Oliver: Oui.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: The music is truly exquisite...it really allows one to truly feel for Marie.

Monseigneur Oliver: Oh?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Her life was drastically altered. Going from a vivandière to the niece of a marquise must be such a shock. From one way of life to another...leaving behind all those she loves...it is no wonder she is so miserable here.

Monseigneur Oliver: And...if you were put into such a position?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I...Je ne sais pas. But Marie does find happiness in the end, does she not? Reunited with Tonio and allowed to marry for love.

Monseigneur Oliver: En effet...

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Then...perhaps I could endure it. Especially if it meant I could marry for love.

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Chateau de Clèrisseau: 13 May 1850, 13:45

Steward: A letter for you, Mademoiselle.

Mon adorable amie,

I must confess I find myself rather hesitant to pen this letter to you for fear I may overstep your desires. And yet given your willingness to join me at the opera, and our conversation days prior, perhaps I can hope that it is safe to reach out to you?

As always it stirs my heart to know how much your affections match mine. If truth be told I spent the last week in utter agony, not knowing if I would ever be able to make up for the things I had done. What a relief it was then, when you implored with me to never leave you! Your words lifted my spirits in a way I never thought possible. They offered hope. Hope that despite everything that may come to pass, we would find a way.

I know it may not appear I am keeping up with my end of the arrangement, and I do apologise, ma chérie. But it is challenging. To offer every madesmoiselle a kind smile and pleasant conversation when I can feel your presence...you flood my senses day and night, ma dulcinée, and despite my best efforts I fall victim to you every time. There is truly no one else on Earth for me but you and you alone.

Throughout the next week I will focus on our agreement. I do hope, however, regardless of the madesmoiselle who walks or talks beside me, that you know all my thoughts will be of you. Though with the Prix de Thornolie just over a week away, I wonder if it perhaps too bold of me to ask you to accompany me? I hear la Flamme de Minuit is projected a victory and if I were to place any bets I should want my good luck charm by my side. If I have to endure another loss to Gaston I'm certain I would never hear the end of it.

Je vous embrasse,

Oliver

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Another secret admirer, perhaps?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Huffs] Must you pry?

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Would I be considered a caring brother if I did not?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Hmm...

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Though I do wonder, what has our petit Monseigneur written this time to have you so engaged?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: And just how do you know this is from Oliver?

Marquis de Clèrisseau: [Smirks] It’s simple, really. If that were a letter from say...le Vicomte de Vignieu, your cheeks would not be so flushed.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: You always think yourself so clever.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: En effet. It’s a matter of pride, if you must know.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Scoffs] Of course it is.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Now, what does he say?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Not that it is any concern of yours, but he’s asked me to accompany him to the Prix de Thornolie.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Hmm...so it appears the two of you have mended your fences once more. He’s certainly...devoted to you. I’ll give him that.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Sighs] If you have something to say, Ernest, get on with it.

Marquis de Clèrisseau: [Deep Sigh] Very well. I’m worried about you.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Quoi? Whatever for?

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Ma soeur, I know the two of you well enough to know should you make this decision together it’ll make you both very unhappy.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: How dare-

Marquis de Clèrisseau: Involving yourself with Oliver places you in a postition to secure the most public of roles...our future Madame la Reine. Are you truly ready to adjust to such a life should Oliver ask for you hand? I know you, Nellie, just as I know him. I know you well enough to know that above all else you prefer your privacy, and that watching you struggle with the loss of it because of him will tear Oliver apart. So I ask you: Are you prepared to make that sacrifice? Are you prepared to be the wife of the future Monsieur le Roi? If I were you, I’d think long and hard before responding to his request. The last thing any of us want is for your choice to come with dangerous consequences.

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Les Jardins Privés, Palais de Thornolie: 16 May, 1850, 14:00

Comte de Montavin: Mon frère...

Monseigneur Oliver: Stop...talking...

Comte de Montavin: Arrêtez!

Monseigneur Oliver: Non!

Comte de Montavin: What’s wrong?

Monseigneur Oliver: Absolutely nothing.

Comte de Montavin: [Sighs] Must we always play this game? You know I’ll win.

Monseigneur Oliver: Stop talking or-

Comte de Montavin: [Chuckles] Always fighting with too much emotion, mon frère...[Takes Off Helmet]

Monseigneur Oliver: [Shoves Helmet Off] I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.

Comte de Montavin: If I were a gambling man, and I am, I’d say you were taking your frustrations out on me.

Monseigneur Oliver: You’re insufferable, you know that?

Comte de Montavin: As are you when you refuse to talk. Now speak. I’ve never seen you so incensed.

Monseigneur Oliver: [Catching his Breath] I...I finally received a letter from Eleanor. I wrote to her the day after the opera and had no word from her until this morning.

Comte de Montavin: And?

Monseigneur Oliver: [Sits Up and Crouches] I wrote to ask her to accompany me to the Prix de Thornolie....and she rejected my invitation.

Comte de Montavin: That’s what’s bothering you? In all honesty, Oliver, I’m not even the least bit surprised.

Monseigneur Oliver: Quoi?

Comte de Montavin: Knowing Eleanor as I do, she’s probably beginning to realise what attaching herself to you would do to the privacy she so desperately covets.

Monseigneur Oliver: Non...you don’t understand, Gaston...something’s happened, I’m certain of it. At the opera she told me she’d be willing to accept all of me, despite everything...none of this adds up...

Comte de Montavin: Hmm...perhaps later you and I can do some digging.

Monseigneur Oliver: You...you would help me?

Comte de Montavin: You wound me...of course I will. But until then, can we please do a bit of fencing which doesn’t involve you trying to stab me right through?

Monseigneur Oliver: [Smirks] I make no promises.

Comte de Montavin: [Grins] Bien. Now get up.

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Chateau de Clèrisseau: 15 May 1850, 18:00

Duc de Clèrisseau: Ma chère? What are you looking at?

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] Eleanor.

Duc de Clèrisseau: Hmm...Is she still acting peculiar?

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: [Turns to Henri] Oui...Henri, I simply cannot fathom it. All seemed back to normal at the opera. One would think she’d be in a much better mood, and yet...

Duc de Clèrisseau: En effet...her demeanour has been rather forlorn since. Oliver writes often enough, almost a letter a day. Some days I hear she’s even received letters twice in the day. Even given Oliver’s standards he appears to be writing more and more these days.

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: Perhaps you could speak to her? Every time I even attempt to say two words to her she either changes the conversation or leaves the room.

Duc de Clèrisseau: [Sighs] Very well, I shall try. But if she’s not speaking with you...well, wish me luck. [Henri Walks Away]

Duchesse de Clèrisseau: [Whispers] You’ll need it.

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Cascade de Lac Émeraude: 9 May 1850, 16:45

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver?

Monseigneur Oliver: Thorn for your thoughts?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Quoi...Oliver, what are you doing here?

Monseigneur Oliver: You would not answer any of my letters...

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Scoffs] I’m pretty sure I told you not to write any letters at all.

Monseigneur Oliver: Oui, that is true. Ernest mentioned-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Ernest?

Monseigneur Oliver: He...may have told me where to find-

Mademosielle Eleanor: [Storms Off] Incroyable! The lot of you...I swear... the moment I see him I will strangle him! He has no-

Monseigner Oliver: Ma chérie, s'il vous plaît-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Pushes Oliver] Non! You do not get to run to Ernest to help you bend the rules to your benefit! You may have grown up in a world where most will bend over backward to please you, but I will not!

Monseigneur Oliver: I-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I am far from finished! Was my letter not clear enough for you? You humiliated me, Oliver! Once again you put me in a position I should never have found myself in, and yet again you were the culprit! We have an arrangement. One which means we both have to explore all the options before us! I told you not to write to me, just as I’m certain I also told you I would no longer listen to your excuses! It is beneath me, Oliver!

[Eleanor Shoves Oliver Away and Turns Around]

Monseigneur Oliver: Eleanor.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Quoi?!

Monseigneur Oliver: I did not come looking for you to excuse my behaviour.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Non? Then what possessed you to ruin my perfectly wonderful ride through the countryside? What did you come here for?

Monseigneur Oliver: To apologise for it.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I....Quoi?

Monseigneur Oliver: Eleanor-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Sighs] Non. I don’t care to hear any more of your empty words and promises. You honestly cannot expect me to continue in this way. To allow you to make me appear the fool every time you go back on your vows-

Monseigneur Oliver: I understand.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Especially after....wait...you do?

Monseigneur Oliver: Would you rather...[Deep Breath] would you rather I left you alone? Would you rather I walk away?

[Oliver Steps Away from Eleanor]

Mademoiselle Eleanor: ...

Monseigneur Oliver: If it is what you desire, I will step aside. Le Vicomte de Vignieu is, after all, a respectable mondamoiseau. If you have turned your affections away from me I would more than understand. It’s not as if lately I have acted respectable by any means to give you cause to stay. If that is your wish...if it’ll make you happy, I will happily step aside.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Angrily Tears Up] I...Why are you saying this to me?!

Monseigneur Oliver: Because I am a fool. I can see how underserving I am of you. I humilated you. I put your impeccable reputation at risk. All because even the thought of you with another tears my heart to shreds. Because even the mere consideration of another man pressing his lips to yours when I have yet to do so fills me with so much rage I can hardly see straight. Regardless, I should never have placed you in such a position. Which is why if you were to decide, right now, to part ways, I would not stand in your way. I would walk away, hop back onto Talence, and ride off without a single look back. It is not even close to what I deserve, but I would pay the price if it meant you were happy.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: ...

Monseigneur Oliver: However...if you found it in your heart to allow me a chance to learn from my mistakes, then I vow to do everything in my power to never hurt you the way I have ever again.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Oliver-

Monseigneur Oliver: The choice is entirely yours. Whatever you decide, whatever it is you desire, I will honour it.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Stares at Oliver, Crying Silently]

Monseigneur Oliver: [Stares at Eleanor Silently]

[Eleanor Suddenly Throws Herself at Oliver]

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Do not speak of leaving me ever again.

Monseigneur Oliver: On my honour.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I am still furious with you.

Monseigneur Oliver: Je sais.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: You promise you won’t leave?

Monseigneur Oliver: Croix de bois, croix de fer, si je mens je vais en enfer.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: [Sad Giggle] Vraiment?

Monseigneur Oliver: [Deep Sigh of Relief] Vraiment.

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Château de Clèrisseau: 11 May 1850, 23:45

Lady’s Maid: It seems the opera did well to lift your spirits, Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Hmm....

Lady’s Maid: [Smiles] Does this far away look have anything to do with the Monseigneur?

Mademoiselle Eleanor: He seems....changed. Let us hope so, at least.

Lady’s Maid: I’ll just go and check on the water, Mademoiselle. I’ll only be a moment...Oh, and a letter came for you while you were out.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: How peculiar...Merci, Margaret.

Lady’s Maid: Mademoiselle?

[Eleanor Turns Around and Gasps]

Lady’s Maid: Whatever is the matter? You’re as pale as death!

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I...Nothing. Ce n'est rien. Just...too much excitement-

Lady’s Maid: Has something happened? Who wrote-

Mademoiselle Eleanor: I said it’s NOTHING!

[Short Silence]

Lady’s Maid: P-pardonnez-moi, Mademoiselle. I’m afraid I’ve spoken out of turn.

Mademoiselle Eleanor: Non...It is I who should apologise...I’m tired, is all.

Lady’s Maid: Of course, Mademoiselle. If you sit, I can begin to take out your hair...

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Palais Théâtre de Thornolie: 11 May 1850, 19:40

Comte de Montavin: Mademoiselle Roux. Madame la Comtesse, bonsoir.

Comtesse de Gregny: Monsieur le Comte.

Comte de Montavin: Are you looking forward to the performance, Mademoiselle?

Mademoiselle Giselle: Oui, Monsieur.

Comte de Montavin: I am told the soprano is quite marvelous, and tonight’s tenor is an up and coming master in his craft. It should make for a spectacular evening.

Comtesse de Gregny: We shall see, Monsieur.

[Short Silence Ensues]

Comte de Montavin: However marvelous they may be, I hope it not too bold of me to say they could not be as marvelous as you, Mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle Giselle: You flatter me, Monsieur.

Comte de Montavin: Might I have the pleasure of your company this evening? The view from my father’s box is rather breathtaking.

Mademoiselle Giselle: You humble me, Monsieur...I’d be honoured.

Comte de Montavin: If you’ll allow me to escort you?

Mademoiselle Giselle: [Murmurs] Your shows of affection appears quite polished since last we saw one another.

Comte de Montavin: [Murmurs] Madame la Reine sees and hears all. The woman has the keenest of eyes and the sharpest of ears in any room, so you’d do well to remember that moving foward.

Mademoiselle Giselle: Oh...Should I be making a spectacle of myself then to enhance our charade?

Comte de Montavin: [Chuckles] Perhaps we should leave the overly dramatic gestures to me...

Mademoiselle Giselle: [Giggles] Perhaps you’re right...Gaston?

Comte de Montavin: Hmm...

Mademoiselle Giselle: Gaston, what’s wrong?

Comte de Montavin: Rien...ce n'est rien...

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Manoir de Liroux: 11 May 1850, 19:00

Duchesse de Liroux: Honestly, your hair is so unkempt! I don’t see why we keep that useless maid of yours.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Maman, if Eloise were to do my hair any tighter I will not be able to focus on the opera!

Duchesse de Liroux: [Haughty Sigh] Very well then. Perhaps in the carriage we should focus on your manners.

Mademoiselle Aurora: [Mutters] This is absurd.

Duchesse de Liroux: Enough, Aurora. I will not tolerate your disrespect tonight. Not when this could be your shining moment.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Maman-

Duchesse de Liroux: Non. Everything must be spectacular. You will not make this family a laughingstock, not when you are to share a box with la famille royale this evening.

Marquis de Liroux: Finally. I wasn’t sure if you two were even going to show.

Duchesse de Liroux: Don’t you start, Theodore. I already have my hands full with one unruly child. I will not suffer another....Cyprien, what is that?

Duc de Liroux: [Reading a Letter] Nothing of consequence...

Duchesse de Liroux: Honestly, you are all insufferable. Theodore, escort Aurora to the carriage. I need a word with you father.

Marquis de Liroux: [Sighs] Oui, Maman.

Marquis de Liroux: [Whispers] I swear those two are as bothersome as ever.

Mademoiselle Aurora: En effet.

Marquis de Liroux: If I had it my way I would leave this place with you and never return. Away from them and their schemes.

Mademoiselle Aurora: Oui...if only it were possible...

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