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❨𝒕𝒘𝒐❩ failure to destroy her
"How's your engagement with Condé?" I asked Claude as the two of us took a stroll in the courtyard, our arms linked together. After Catherine's failed suitor attempt for Claude, Mary came up with the idea of a Catholic-Protestant alliance. Claude shrugged.
"I mean he is very handsome." She bit her bottom lip in deeper thought. "And I'm sure he's good in bed." Her eyebrows wiggled and I resisted the urge to hit her.
"What's it like?" I inquired. Claude didn't seem to care about her virtue or who she slept with for that matter.
"Amazing, it's an unreal feeling." She sighed dreamily. I crinkled my nose, mad at myself for asking. Claudes eyes lit up. "Oh! You're coming to the party tonight, right?"
"Yeah, I will be in attendance."
"Good, you missed my welcome party." She frowned. It was true. I was found passed out over a large chest I was looking through.
"I'm sorry! I was tired." Claude laughed at my response.
"Don't worry about it, you probably would have stood in the corner anyway."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Have either of you seen Francis?" Mary's voice spoke, stopping our childish argument. I shook my head slightly, a frown tugging at my lips. It was well know that the two got into an argument as of late.
"I heard he's smoothing things over with the Vatican." Claude spoke up, offering her sister in law a smile. Mary thanked us before rushing off, probably to find one of her ladies.
"Is he actually?"
"No."
━━━━━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━━━━━
It was time for the party and Francis still hadn't shown up at court. I sat in my chambers, one of my servants twisting my hair into different styles trying to find the perfect one. A sage green dress was planted on my body. The thick material hugged my body. I grimaced slightly when one of the maids tugged tightly on a strand of my hair.
"Hurry up the party is starting!" Claudes voice emerged from the door. One of my guards scurried to open the door for Princess Claude. The pretty brunette strutted into my chambers, her eyes examining my outfit. I raised my brow at cuz her, waiting for her approval or disapproval. "That color looks good on you." She commented, sitting down on my bed.
"Thanks." Her lips pursed together as she watched my servant work. Claude examined her nails, her eyes glancing at the clock that was hung next to my door. "That clock hasn't been changed for at least 3 hours." I told her. Claudes face flushed with Annoyance.
