Is the title dramatic enough? lol
Here's a book of all my various plot bunnies! All of my bastard children that I'll never legitimize. Most are posted on my Tumblr (lots born from a 'create a character on the spot' or the 'if they had a kid' games t...
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Margaux Lefebvre
Abandoned as a child, Margaux used to live in the woods beyond the quiet village of Villeneuve. Whenever she ventured into town, the only people who didn't look down their noses at the orphan were the chaplain, the local artist, and the other indigent beggar, Agathe, the pair of paupers often sharing their scraps. Stealing food to survive became second nature, but everyone gets caught eventually and Margaux would've been arrested had Père Robert not stepped in. The chaplain often found himself sheltering the wild girl and wished he could help her, but no one in Villeneuve was willing or able to take her in. As such, after compensating the victim of her theft, he offered her a bargain: she could make the church her home and he would teach her to read, write, and raise her to be a valued member of society, but she had to be baptized and devote herself to living an honest Catholic life; no more stealing, he emphasized.
It had been an easy decision.
Growing up with a chaplain as a guardian instilled a devout faith and morality in Margaux. She helped Père Robert by passing out bibles during mass, assisting him in ceremonies as needed, and even learned to play that irksome organ to lead the villagers in their hymns. But no matter how hard she tried, most of the villagers remembered her as nothing more than a thief and it showed in their treatment. This fact was never more clear then when it came time for Margaux to learn a trade. If she'd had a family, she would've been trained in their craft but, as she had none, she had to find a way to make a living on her own. It was easier said than done as none of the dressmakers or seamstresses would accept her as their apprentice. Nor would the wig maker, the tavern keeper, the baker, or even the candlestick maker. Just as she'd resigned herself to joining the nunnery in Paris, Maurice approached her with an idea. Belle had told him of her friends love of music, so why not make music boxes with him?
As the years passed, Margaux flourished as an artist under Maurice's kind tutelage. Not only did she get to create beautiful pieces of art, but it gave her enough funds to help keep a roof over her and Père Robert's heads and food in their stomachs. Margaux took the name "Lefebvre", craftsman, and found herself appreciative of her lot in life but not content. She could have all the coin in the world and food aplenty, but it didn't matter when Margaux lacked the one thing she truly wanted: a family. Who were they? Where were they? Why had they abandoned her? Questions that had plagued her for most of her life. When she and Maurice traveled to the market one fine day to sell their wares, Margaux had no idea the answers she'd sought were so close. She could swear she'd been inside the strange castle before, but that was impossible. Entirely impossible...
