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Post by Victor Dufour on Oct 21, 2017 12:23:54 GMT
Once again the King had to go out of his way just to make sure his god forsaken child was okay, not that she ever deemed him a courtesy of any kind. Time and time again he had considered his little girl mildly pathetic, making a temper tantrum at every single turn that she got and accusing him of being a tyrant. He'd heard it all from her before and the endless ranting grew tiring after years of having to listen to it. All these years he'd provided a roof for his family, whatever they wanted when they needed it and even allowed for the freedom of his children should they have desired it. Even if his daughter was practically useless to his lineage, she was a Dufour and still had obligations that she was expected to obey as a part of their household, less she wanted to revoke the name entirely and exile her responsibilities off to one of her brothers that would instead take her mantle.
Ready for work the King wore his usual dark red and black attire laced with gold. Rhi's penchant for misery and getting into trouble was an annoying distraction for the king, but not one he couldn't attend to. Without time nor warning the king approached her room and opened the doors to a maid idly chatting. The woman's mouth formed an o in quick succession to his arrival, it was clear she was shocked he would even be away from his desk at this hour. "Get back to work!" If this were how his staff were going to behave then he might well have to consider rehiring a new servant. Scuttling back to her chores with her head down, the servant lowered her head and whisked away. Everything had been corrected to how it should have been.
Collected in spite of his agitation Victor donned the mask he often wore with his counsel as he entered his daughter's room with the anticipation some sort of short handed, petty complaint. "How are you my love?" Victor's eyes fell upon his injured spawn with a reserved curiosity. Somehow she had foolishly gotten herself hurt at the ball, all thanks to the work of those wretched mages. One day they would pay for spilling the blood of his own, but for now he would settle to make sure Rhiannon healed.
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Post by Rhiannon Dufour on Oct 21, 2017 15:45:04 GMT
Sitting on her bed she had her good leg bent and a book was being leaning against it while she read. That pretty much summed up what she had been doing for the past several days, aside from the one bright spot which had been the secret visit from Killian. Turning the page she looked up at the soft knock on the bedroom door, "Come in." and smiled when she saw her favorite maid come in. She had formally talked to the girls boss about requesting for her to be her lady in waiting. The girl had talent and kind and smart and over the past few years, Rhiannon actually considered her one of the few friends she had inside this place. Holding up the tray with the tea that Rhiannon had asked for, "I got you a nice pot and Chef added some snacks for you too. Said you're not eating enough for his liking." Rhiannon laughed softly and set the book down next to her, "None of us in this place eat enough to Chef's liking unless we're eating every hour." Pressing her hands down in the mattress she adjusted how she was sitting and accepted the cup of tea that was passed over. "I have one more favor to ask." The young girl nodded and smiled at at her, "I talked to Mrs. Masteron and explained to her that I really needed you to become my new lady in waiting and she..." The girl gasped and nodded rapidly, "OH I would love that!" Rhiannon grinned, "Good. She's waiting for you downstairs to go over everything. You'll start in the new position tomorrow, okay?" She nodded again and began rapidly thanking her again only to run into Rhiannon's father. The small squeak was the only sound that gave Rhiannon warning that her father was about to enter the room. Sighing softly, she lifted the cup and took a sip of the tea...and inwardly steeled herself for the verbal and emotional attack that was coming. When he stepped in and asked how she was doing, Rhiannon forced herself to not roll her eyes. "Better, thank you. How kind of you to come down and check on my well being ... a week later." Lifting her tea again, "The doctor advises that I should only need another day or two and I should be able to stop with the bedrest." Victor Dufour
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Post by Victor Dufour on Oct 26, 2017 10:57:17 GMT
As always Rhiannon's never ending desire to attempt wit betrayed her potential for grace. Victor had long since given up trying to expect much more than peasantry from his daughter, if the girl wanted to be useless then he wouldn't stop her. "I don't have the time and neither of us have the patience for each other for me to sit here fawning over you like some kind of brooding dog. Though in spite of how much you despise my attention I am glad that you are well," Victor wandered to the window, his arms crossed in frustration. He had never beat around the bush with his daughter, it was no secret to him that Rhiannon often went of gallivanting and doing whatever she liked with total disregard for him or the effects it had on him or the family.
Brow knitted in deep thought Victor's gaze trained on steadily upon a bed of roses outside of his daughter's window "This might sound strange to you Rhiannon but I propose we spend some time together. A week away from the kingdom, away from the family." Although he'd never admit the fact, knowing his daughter was locked up in her room and might have died in the strange invasion had gotten to him in a way that made it bother him that he had never truly tried to understand her. His Queen had always encouraged him to pay more heed to his children, if they would give him a chance. Averting his attention from the garden the king turned to look the princess in the eye "I'm not getting any younger," his expression held the same severe lack of emotion that he always carried himself with outside of talking to his wife "I understand should you choose to decline."
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Post by Rhiannon Dufour on Oct 29, 2017 20:00:59 GMT
She rolled her eyes and tried not to look annoyed at his words, probably knowing that she was failing at that later option. "I apologize. I didn't realize that inquiring on the condition and health of a family member was fawning over there. Then again...I'm probably expecting too much considering where I rank with you in the bigger scheme of things....but thank you for the lesson, Daddy. I'll make sure to avoid any possible fawning incidents." Shifting on the bed she scooted a little closer to the end of it and shook her head when she heard his next words. Turning to look at him over her shoulder she raised an eyebrow at him.
"So what? Mother suggested that since I got hurt that you might want to spend time with me and get to know me?" Shaking her head, Rhiannon slowly made her way over to her dressing table and sat down. "Don't let me inconvenience you. Why don't you go spend time with the child that you really want and talk to him about how things use to be and how much time has passed. I don't need you to pretend to care about me or how I feel, especially since you reminded me on a regular basis how you feel about me and uselessness to you and your precious lineage."
Picking up her brush she turned to face the mirror, Rhi would not allow him to see her emotions. He would not be allowed to see how much he regularly hurt her with his words and ignorance so she began slowly pulling it through her hair.
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Post by Victor Dufour on Oct 29, 2017 22:09:50 GMT
Victor didn't dignify Rhiannon's scorn with an answer, silently watching the young woman's tantrum with deadpan consideration. As always she presumed that she was so unloved and hard done by, heaven forbid the girl would actually say yes to the silly little offer. If she didn't want some semblance of 'connection' she wouldn't have been so barbed in her words. Though in hindsight there was the possibility out of all of his children Rhiannon was the most similar to his own personality; stubborn and unwilling to relent in something she believed in.
"I haven't spoken with your mother about this," the king finally spoke, taking two slow steps toward the beside. Where Rhiannon had got the notion she was useless to the family Victor could not fathom, had he told her that? Brow furrowing in frustration Victor tried to remember when they had last spoken. Had he lost his temper? The truth was that no matter whether she was their heir to his throne or a girl, children could die. Carefully seating himself on her bed, he dug his hands into the soft fabric of the quilts and leaned back against them, averting his attention to the walls "I'm sorry you think that Rhiannon." An apology, of sorts. He'd given maybe seven in his lifetime. He knew better than to think his daughter was being grumpy because she was injured and the king knew he hadn't always been there for her; though he was trying.
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