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: Their distain didn’t matter…it was amusing, in fact. Truly, it was.
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, Demoiselle. ***
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Hearsay
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“Veronique DuVall was an honorable woman, and to see her daughter now…she must be turning over in her grave.”
“I doubt that trollop cares…you’ve seen how she flaunts herself. No shame, that one.”
“Her father certainly doesn’t seem to mind - Antoine has been present in the Court every day for a month, and I’ve heard that the Marquis d'Touraine is now his closest ally.”
“Well, who can blame him for making the most of his daughter’s indiscretions?”
The women, one a duchess and the other a baroness, didn’t bother to hide their distain - or to lower their voices - when they realized that Coraline was standing nearby.
Coraline gave them a contemptuous smirk in response and strode past with her head held high, ignoring the way that the still-healing brand on her shoulder seemed to burn anew.
Fin
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A/N: Thank you for reading, and of course, please let me know what you think!

-Laughter