To Face a Dragon
Jul 2, 2013 11:55:37 GMT -5
Post by Lady Lisette de Lac on Jul 2, 2013 11:55:37 GMT -5
Lord Daven St. Claire, Lord Aristide de Lac, Lord Laurent de Lac
Settled now in Triadon and satisfied that her brothers were ready to take their places at court, Lisette deemed it time to meet with their uncle, the powerful Duke of Twinport and brother to their maternal parent. Uncertain both of her reception and his willingness to accept the tale she was about to tell him regarding the Dowager Countess, she sent a note requesting His Grace's presence within the safety of the de Lac townhouse in the city. There she had the confidence to face the Dragon of St. Claire and feel somewhat safe no matter how poorly he might receive the grim truth. Regardless, Daven needed to be informed as chances were excellent that Veronica had already reached out to her brother to complain about them; Lisette wanted their sides of the story to be told, trusting and hoping that their uncle would see matters from their perspectives.
Awaiting his arrival, she wore one of her newer gowns, a lovely antique gold in hue that lent some brightness to her complexion and hair, gently drawn back and clipped at the back of her head. Her only jewelry was a pair of dainty amber-drop earrings that had been a gift from Laurent some years ago. Standing in the sitting room, the orders given to admit the Duke immediately upon his arrival, Lisette made herself stand calm and serene, rather than give in to the desire to pace or fidget. It was not ladylike or appropriate, especially as she reminded herself that she had nothing to fear. The truth had and would continue to set them free.
Swallowing the lump of nerves that rose in her throat, she smoothed her skirts, glancing to the door expectantly. He would be here any moment, and at her insistence, Lisette intended to speak with their uncle first in private. Her brothers could add their comments after.
Settled now in Triadon and satisfied that her brothers were ready to take their places at court, Lisette deemed it time to meet with their uncle, the powerful Duke of Twinport and brother to their maternal parent. Uncertain both of her reception and his willingness to accept the tale she was about to tell him regarding the Dowager Countess, she sent a note requesting His Grace's presence within the safety of the de Lac townhouse in the city. There she had the confidence to face the Dragon of St. Claire and feel somewhat safe no matter how poorly he might receive the grim truth. Regardless, Daven needed to be informed as chances were excellent that Veronica had already reached out to her brother to complain about them; Lisette wanted their sides of the story to be told, trusting and hoping that their uncle would see matters from their perspectives.
Awaiting his arrival, she wore one of her newer gowns, a lovely antique gold in hue that lent some brightness to her complexion and hair, gently drawn back and clipped at the back of her head. Her only jewelry was a pair of dainty amber-drop earrings that had been a gift from Laurent some years ago. Standing in the sitting room, the orders given to admit the Duke immediately upon his arrival, Lisette made herself stand calm and serene, rather than give in to the desire to pace or fidget. It was not ladylike or appropriate, especially as she reminded herself that she had nothing to fear. The truth had and would continue to set them free.
Swallowing the lump of nerves that rose in her throat, she smoothed her skirts, glancing to the door expectantly. He would be here any moment, and at her insistence, Lisette intended to speak with their uncle first in private. Her brothers could add their comments after.