Demoiselle, G, Champagne Challenge #159
Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:25 am
Title: Demoiselle
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: Coraline DuVall would be seventeen in a month, and still, she hadn’t wed.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #159: Seven Lines, Seven Sentences.
***This one is part of my mental canon for Coraline. It touches on elements mentioned in a couple of my other fics, One Acquainted With the Night and Lady in Red. It might help to read those first. It's also related to my other seven-sentence fic, Hearsay. ***
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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Demoiselle
1732
“Father,” Coraline began, watching through the window as an elegant coach started quickly down the road, “isn’t that Comte Fleuriau’s carriage?”
“Yes,” he answered, not bothering to look up from his desk and the stack of correspondence there, “he was here seeking your hand on behalf of his eldest son, and I refused.”
“But, Father, I’ll be seventeen in a month, and that is the fifth offer you’ve rejected…surely the Comte’s son would be a worthy match?”
“No, my dear, such a bargain would be a waste of your beauty, and I have other plans for you. In fact, I’ve even purchased a new gown for you, one that will be…more appropriate for a woman of your future station in the Court.”
Coraline nodded, hiding her disappointment as she turned her gaze back to the now-distant carriage.
She would simply have to trust that her father had her best interests at heart.
Fin
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A/N: Thank you for reading, and of course, please let me know what you think!
-Laughter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: Coraline DuVall would be seventeen in a month, and still, she hadn’t wed.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #159: Seven Lines, Seven Sentences.
***This one is part of my mental canon for Coraline. It touches on elements mentioned in a couple of my other fics, One Acquainted With the Night and Lady in Red. It might help to read those first. It's also related to my other seven-sentence fic, Hearsay. ***
As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
~*~*~*~*~
Demoiselle
1732
“Father,” Coraline began, watching through the window as an elegant coach started quickly down the road, “isn’t that Comte Fleuriau’s carriage?”
“Yes,” he answered, not bothering to look up from his desk and the stack of correspondence there, “he was here seeking your hand on behalf of his eldest son, and I refused.”
“But, Father, I’ll be seventeen in a month, and that is the fifth offer you’ve rejected…surely the Comte’s son would be a worthy match?”
“No, my dear, such a bargain would be a waste of your beauty, and I have other plans for you. In fact, I’ve even purchased a new gown for you, one that will be…more appropriate for a woman of your future station in the Court.”
Coraline nodded, hiding her disappointment as she turned her gaze back to the now-distant carriage.
She would simply have to trust that her father had her best interests at heart.
Fin
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A/N: Thank you for reading, and of course, please let me know what you think!
-Laughter
what a creepy, sad story. 
She never really had a chance to escape her father's chosen fate for her, did she? 
