Temperament with Time

Temperament with Time

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Genre: Historical Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Historical Fiction

Summary

"If I choose to wed then I want a man that is older. For men are like fine wine. If he is not at least one year my senior- then send him on his way out. For I do not seek a husband that I am expected to consummate with as well as raise." That is exactly what Lady Clarisse Renoir had gotten after she had spoken those words. Clarisse was the daughter of the Duc de Normandie. She was well mannered, smart, and a true beauty. However she had no interest in marriage. Yet when she meets future Archduke Darius Laroque De Paris- she no longer has a choice in the matter. The Archduke's health is failing, and Darius is expected to wed in order to take the title. When he proposes to the Duchess de Normandie that he claims Lady Clarisse as his wife, she instantly agrees. However Clarisse does not go quietly.

Summary

"If I choose to wed then I want a man that is older. For men are like fine wine. If he is not at least one year my senior- then send him on his way out. For I do not seek a husband that I am expected to consummate with as well as raise." That is exactly what Lady Clarisse Renoir had gotten after she had spoken those words. Clarisse was the daughter of the Duc de Normandie. She was well mannered, smart, and a true beauty. However she had no interest in marriage. Yet when she meets future Archduke Darius Laroque De Paris- she no longer has a choice in the matter. The Archduke's health is failing, and Darius is expected to wed in order to take the title. When he proposes to the Duchess de Normandie that he claims Lady Clarisse as his wife, she instantly agrees. However Clarisse does not go quietly.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Temperance with Time

Author Chapter Note

"If I choose to wed then I want a man that is older. For men are like fine wine. If he is not at least one year my senior- then send him on his way out. For I do not seek a husband that I am expected to consummate with as well as raise." That is exactly what Lady Clarisse Renoir had gotten after she had spoken those words. Clarisse was the daughter of the Duc de Normandie. She was well mannered, smart, and a true beauty. However she had no interest in marriage. Yet when she meets future Archduke Darius Laroque De Paris- she no longer has a choice in the matter. The Archduke's health is failing, and Darius is expected to wed in order to take the title. When he proposes to the Duchess de Normandie that he claims Lady Clarisse as his wife, she instantly agrees. However Clarisse does not go quietly.

Chapter Content - ver.1

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France, 1719

Clarisse 

Clarisse began to stir underneath she plush silk blankets as she felt something wet and rough repeatedly nip at her nose. she slowly opened her opened her eyes to see her tiny  apricot colored Papillion puppy, that her younger sister had named  Eloise. She smiled and wrapped her arms around the small animal and drew the pup close to her. She nestled the dog under her chin and smiled as she inhaled Eloise's freshly cleaned coat of silky white fur. 

Clarisse opened one eye as she felt the sun light beamed in and gently brush her face. She say her chamber maid, Emily peeling one of the golden tapestry curtains open. Clarisse sighed and closed her eyes and nestled in deeper into the mattress. 

"Emily, you don't need to do that." she grumbled into the mattress. Emily paused and looked over her shoulder.

"And why might that be?" She said curiously. Clarisse had once again drifted off to sleep, but managed to mumble,

"Let it stay dark..." Emily chuckled and yanked open the heavy curtains with a smirk on her lips. The light was just harsh enough to startle the small puppy.Eloise squealed and leaped off the bed, and scampered out of the room. Clarisse pouted at the sudden absence of her little pooch. She reluctantly sat up. 

Clarisse was a fair and petit girl. Her blond hair was astray and tangled in the remains of her braid from last night, and her blue eyes were red from sleep. She leaned forward and rested her chin upon her fist. She raised her eyebrows at an in a playfully accusing manor. She had a pale completion and fair skin. She had perfectly sculpted cheek bones with a slender chin, and a button like nose to match.

Lady Clarisse Renoir of Normandie was a beauty undeniably, as well as intelligent and kind. However she was unwed. This -in the eyes of her prude mother- was her greatest flaw. At the shining age of eighteen, she was almost considered to old to wed. If she was fortunate she would be able to find someone half her age. In fact she had had several suitors, some as young as thirteen. However she turned every single one down. When her eccentric Mother confronted her she turned to her with a cocky smile and said: "If I choose to wed then I want a man that is older. For men are like fine wine. If he is not at least one year my senior- then send him on his way out. For I do not seek a husband that I am expected to consummate with as well as raise."

"Was that really necessary, Emily? You scared the pooch." She said with a jocular tone. Emily smiled and set a water basin next to her bed to freshened up her complexion. 

"I am afraid it was my lady. The Duchess has called upon you. She send a gown of her liking for you to bare." Emily explained sweetly as she pointed to the light blue and gold gown the was draped over a chair. Clarisse let out a much un properly groaned and swung her legs over the side of her bed. 

"What does the old hag want now, might I ask?" She said as she cupped water in her hands and began to was her face. Clarisse was on for independence. She would groom herself however she allowed the maids to dress her and primp her hair.

"Same as always." Emily chimed back. Clarisse rolled her eyes walked over to her vanity. She picked up the brush and began to angrily brush her hair.

"I do not see why she is so bent on marring me off. Honestly she already has grandchildren- what else is there for her to live for? What did she expect? She had eleven children for God's sake! It's not like she expected them to all marry- she's lucky we've all survived. What is the point anyway no one will want to marry me- they won''t even fully let me pick my own husband. Men say I am indeed pretty to look upon- but that I'm rash. The truth is that woman have the most power-" Clarisse whipped around and raised her eyebrows,

"If a man does not listen to his wife, she can threaten him with a cuckold." She sneered. Emily shook her head at her ladyship as she made the bed. Emily was Clarisse's most trusted servant she was her personal maid- as well as laid in waiting and friend. Emily was not suppose to allow Clarisse to wash or brush herself- yet she did. She did it to make Clarisse smile. 

Clarisse threw the brush down and stripped down to nothing and held her arms out to allow Emily to dress her. Emily slipped the dress on Her and then began to slip the gown on her. She then tied bows down the bodice and slipped small dainty slippers on her feet. Emily smoothed out the dress and stepped back and smiled at her. 

"It's a lovely color on you Milady." Emily smiled at her. Clarisse turned and looked over her shoulder.

"Yes, I am quiet fond of blue. Yet I fear it would look more lovely if I was taller." She said as she straightened her spine and stood on her toes.

Emily huffed and pushed her towards down into the chair. Emily put her hands on her shoulders and lowered her face so it was eye level with Clarisse's reflection. 

"Tall or stout I think you are stunning no rmatter what." She tenderly. Clarisse smiled and put her hand on hers and turned around and smiled at her. Clarisse said nothing to her. She only held her gaze with Emily's and granted her a look of gratitude. It was something grand and genuine. In that small moment, Emily was reminded why she remained to work for the House of Renoir. The Duchess was a cold woman with high expectations, and a harsh judgment. Often Clarisse fell victim to this. She told her her face was to round, that her bones were to thick, daft, and stout. The only thing she could do to lessen the pain was to provide Clarisse with her friend ship. Nothing more nothing less. 

When Emily looked at Clarisse she saw a woman who pretended to be stronger then she was. At night when all the servants left her chamber, Emily will remain out side the door and listen with a heavy heart as Clarisse wept. She would stay they to divert anyone who wondered the corridor so that her Lady's cries will not be heard. 

Every night. Much like a well oiled machine. 

Emily snapped out of her thoughts and went to primping Lady Clarisse's hair. She pulled it back into a bun and curled the ends of loose hair that brushed her neck. Then with a comb, she pulled out to strand of hair and created to small ringlets to frame her slender face. 

"there, you are perfect." She smiled at her. Clarisse only stared blankly at the mirror. She rose up from her stool and thanked her friend for her assistance and made the long walk to the dinning room. 

When she approached the two large doors she waited for the butlers to open them. When they did she took a deep breath and held her head up high as she entered. 

"I am so pleased you decided to grace us with your presence." Her mother said with an ice cold tone. Clarisse bite her tongue and curtsied in response and said,

"I apologize, Mother. I will work on my punctuality." She said in a calm demeanor. Clarisse then rose and walked forward towards her place at the table.  As she reached her chair she firmly placed her hands on the back of the chair. A maid gasped at her actions and rushed forward to pull her chair out for her. However when the maid reached her Clarisse slowly turned to look at her and threw her a nasty look. She then turned to look at her mother, who was mortified by her daughter's actions. Clarisse raised her eyebrows and pulled out her chair and sat down. 

Her younger brother Claudio, who had just turned four-teen, gapped at her with his mouth open. Clarisse Turned her chin away from her mother and looked at Claudio. 

"Claudio, close your mouth you will catch flies." She told him. 

Her mother shook her head and said,

"I honestly have not a clue where you got your defiant nature." she said in a distressed tone. Clarisse rolled her eyes and perched her chin on her palm.

"Perhaps I developed it when I was given an inattentive mother." She shot at her. The Duchess' face grew red and her younger sibling snickered to them selves.

"I am plenty attentive! How rude of you!"

"Really? Then prey tell this... what might be my favorite color?" Clarisse asked her.

"Salmon." Her mother stated instantly.

"Blue." Clarisse said. Her mother inhaled and composed her self. She cleared her thought and dabbed the corner of her lips with the handkerchief. She closed her eyes and said, 

"That was a foolish question. Ask me something that is unchanged." 

"Very well... what is my dogs name?" Clarisse said as she leaned forward, as if challenging her mother. It was a simple question. Her mother stumbled to even find words- yet she would not admit defeat. She sucked in her checks and her eyes went up to the top of her head. 

"Ell." She said with confidence. Clarisse reclined back in her chair and crossed her knees as well as her arms over her chest.  She gave her mother  a look of victory. Suddenly a small voice chimed in.

"Wrong, Mama. It is Eloise! I named her." Little Jolie said from the fair side of the table in a sweet voice. 

"Funny how you claimed to be neutering, yet you can't recall the name of a dog." The Duchess became enraged by her words and abruptly stood up, knocking over her chair. She slammed her hands on the table, causing the children to jump. Yet just as she was about to snarl unkind words at her rebellious daughter, an old hand went up in the air. All of nine pairs of eyes looked down to the far side of the table to see Duke Francis with his hand raised in the air, as a single of cease fire between the two woman. 

"Margretta, let the girl have her victory. For she has proven your defeat in this argument." Duchess Margretta composed her self and slowly fell back. As quick as a whip three maids rushed and stood the chair up to prevent her from hitting the ground.  

Clarisse smirked as she eat her food. this was her first small victory. 

The rest of the morning was quiet. Clarisse raised up and made her way to the stables to go ridding, however not for long. For they had a grueling trip to Paris to visit her Widowed Sister, Genevieve, and her Uncle, Lord Marius. 

 


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