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The youngest member of the Voland household stared listlessly out the window of the family estate. Around her, the household staff went about their daily routines. The maids dusted and polished, the gardeners pruned and trimmed, the kitchen staff bustled in their duties to provide daily nourishment to all. For Madeleine, they may as well have not been there at all. It had been nearly two years since she left Port-a-Lucine, and she still thought of him.
She despised herself for that weakness. To think of the man who would take a mistress, before they were even wed. A man who would shatter her trust for the sake of carnal pleasure. In all this, her heart tugged in pain. Was he dead? Alive? Did he think of her also? She had long since laid aside any romantic notions of love for him in her heart, but it was too painful to hate him. Instead, she grieved. She grieved for the life they had fought for, the dreams they had dared, the stolen kisses they shared in the moonlight.
A sense of shame overshadowed her sorrow. In hindsight, she knew she had never been enough for him. He told her from the beginning he would ask much of her. He always asked more of her, and she always found herself not quite as brave as he. Brave or foolish? She had tried to rise to his expectations, but in her heart, she had only wanted him. His paths had led him to ruin and destruction, and forever parted from his homeland. She looked down at the bare finger that should have held a wedding ring, but instead shouted to the world of her failure. To everyone on the outside, a statement of her dereliction of duty. For herself, in her most secret utmost being, it signified her failure to save him. If only she could have been more.
Heavy boot steps behind her forced her to claw her thoughts from the past and focus on the present. She did not need to look to know the approach of Yvoire’s baron and leader. Her one parent left in the world, and the benefactor of her existence.
“Maddie?” He called out to her softly, coaxing her to turn. “We still need to discuss this ridiculous request of yours. How can you even consider such a notion?” She took a deep breath and faced him, trying desperately not to stutter in his presence.
“F-Father…. Please. I n-need… t-to be out in the w-world. I n-need air. Space. Light.” She gestured ambiguously to the sunbeams streaming through the glass. “I b-beg you… p-please consider my request-” Her pleas were cut off by a wheezing gasp, and she fumbled for a fresh medicinal cigarette.
“Is there not the finest space and light in the whole of the gardens that surround us?! Why do you need to leave to seek such?! The last time we sent you out into the world, you nearly married a title-less philanderer who betrayed his country! You went to war! You pursued a degree in /Medicine/ of all things!” He blustered and scolded the girl. “And your health! It’s a wonder you came home alive the last time! Do you really wish to force me to bury my only daughter? For your brother to see you destroy yourself? Think of your dear departed mother!” Madeleine’s shoulders hung heavy and she closed her eyes to shield herself from the burden of his accusations. Every single allegation lashed upon her with the sting of truth. Pascal’s face softened with dismay as he surveyed his young daughter. “....dear one, it’s well past time you were settled and properly matched. I know I can never do the justice your mother would have done were she here, but you must move on. You have a duty to this family, to your future husband, and to Dementlieu that was set in place generations before you were even born.”
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, bright with tears that she refused to give the satisfaction of falling.
“P-Please, Father. I s-swear to you I h-have l-learned from my mistakes. I w-will not let you down. I b-beg you for one more chance. Let me r-return to P-Port-a-Lucine f-for a time.”
He rested a hand on his chin and sternly regarded her. “...I will allow one more opportunity. But you will go without ongoing financial support. I will give you a sum to see you managed for a short time. If you are serious about re-entering society, I am certain you can find a way to occupy your time appropriately. And if I get wind of a single error of judgment… you will come straight home. Do we understand one another?”
Madeleine took a long nervous breath of smoke from the cigarette in her trembling hand and nodded.
“I will not fail in my duty.”
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