Author: 
lady_leia_solo
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive) My Usual Links Are Acting Up Atm.
Title: Silent Prayers
Challenge: Flavor of the Day (mazuma: money)
Topping(s) and Extra(s): Whipped Cream (Elisabetta is 15)
Word Count: 114
Summary: If it weren't for you girls, we wouldn't have to do all this.
Rating and Warning(s): G
Note(s): This takes place in 1085 in Temra, Canillo, which is where Elisabetta originally hails from. Elisabetta is the future mother of the Everart children (Jean Luc, Marie, Anna, Pierre) and Duchess of Cadomiselle.
Fiorello sighed deeply.
“I’m going to have sell off more land.”
“But Father if you keep selling our lands, I won’t have anything to inherit!” Faustino said banging into wine glass.
“Faustino,” Alessandra started.
“We have to eat and we need new clothes,” Elisabetta said to her brother.
“If it weren’t for all you girls, Father wouldn’t need to sacrifice our land for such frivolous things.”
“Faustino!” Alessandra said sternly.
Faustino stood and stormed away from the table.
Elisabetta looked at her parents. Fiorello was avoiding eye contact with his wife and Alessandra was biting her lip.
“It’ll be alright,” Elisabetta said.
No one answered, but they all silently prayed her words were true.
Story: The Mondian Chronicles (Archive) My Usual Links Are Acting Up Atm.
Title: Silent Prayers
Challenge: Flavor of the Day (mazuma: money)
Topping(s) and Extra(s): Whipped Cream (Elisabetta is 15)
Word Count: 114
Summary: If it weren't for you girls, we wouldn't have to do all this.
Rating and Warning(s): G
Note(s): This takes place in 1085 in Temra, Canillo, which is where Elisabetta originally hails from. Elisabetta is the future mother of the Everart children (Jean Luc, Marie, Anna, Pierre) and Duchess of Cadomiselle.
Fiorello sighed deeply.
“I’m going to have sell off more land.”
“But Father if you keep selling our lands, I won’t have anything to inherit!” Faustino said banging into wine glass.
“Faustino,” Alessandra started.
“We have to eat and we need new clothes,” Elisabetta said to her brother.
“If it weren’t for all you girls, Father wouldn’t need to sacrifice our land for such frivolous things.”
“Faustino!” Alessandra said sternly.
Faustino stood and stormed away from the table.
Elisabetta looked at her parents. Fiorello was avoiding eye contact with his wife and Alessandra was biting her lip.
“It’ll be alright,” Elisabetta said.
No one answered, but they all silently prayed her words were true.
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