hopeful return

After spending more time in my husbands library then my own office. I put all the papers that I could get for him and wrapped them with a ribbon and had them put in a small box that my husband had instructed me to. I could hear the servants trying to get everything that we would need into the carriage. I silently prayed that this would be my last trip to Paris when it came to my husband but I am afraid it my not be. Even after getting the new title. I thought it would come with some good things but it did not. It has been quite the same amount of problems I had as a Comtesse but it seems I have taken on more. Especially when it comes to wealth and the Marriage of my nephews.This is normally something that should have been handled by my husband but I do not have that luxury at this moment.

When I finally stepped into the carriage. Mary handed me Christian who normally I would have left at home but since there is a bit of a chill in the air I thought it would be best that he would accompany me to Paris. I wasn't even going to bring Mary along but she insisted although I told her Christian and I would be fine without more people coming. I took the carriage that bared no name of nobility on it and it was a carriage that had been in the tancarville family for some time. A carriage we took when we didn't want to be known at that this time in Paris visiting the Bastille...I did not want to be known.

All was set and I took a look at choisy bracing myself for another visit to the bastille. This time when a child on my arm and determination in my heart that maybe this time when I arrived at Choisy Leo would be with me...hopefully

A suprise

The day had felt like any other day. I kissed and hugged my christian before getting in my carriage as I always do this time.My nephew wanted to be presented to the king and I thought it would be good to go with him as sort of support and because I am HRH Madame Victoires lady in waiting.  My nephew went first and although I sensed his nervousness before when he walked through the door it all had seemed to melt away and confidence seemed to overtake it him it was a wonderful sight to behold.. After him it was me. It seems the accident is the way most people lead into talking to me which actually is fine. I only have a bit of a scar but I personally don't think it does anything to make my beauty any less. The king suggested that I had been  called the wrong title and was made Marquise de Chattelerau...There were no words to describe that moment.

letter to my mother

    So my cousin has been buried at the family estate and it was a beautiful service and there were many mourners but not a whole lot of family that were alive attending. I am sad for her but it makes me think more of my other cousin who I loved very much and she was buried somewhere in the versailles forest like a cat of some sort.While this cousin was buried close to relatives. I know the way my cousin marie died was shameful but it still hurts. I had not known this cousin very well but it is sad to lose ones family. My mother still stays in Italy where I assume she prefers it. I took it upon myself to write her about what has happened. I sat down at the table in the library warm fire going and the house calm.

My dearest Mother,
                  I write you to inform you of all that has happened with the family and I.HRH Madame Victoire,Mlle Isabelle Tancarville and I were in a carriage  heading to  ball. Something happened to the carriage that I can't quite remember. I remember there being some shouting and then everything sort of went black. When I finally awoke I could feel the rain on my face and see HRH laying further away from the carriage. I could feel my face warm with blood falling from different spots. I got the strength to reach her Royal highness who laid unconcious on the ground but still alive. I held her in my arms and tried to wake her and with much prayer and light shaking she woke. When I finally saw her eyes I looked up to see where my cousin was and she lay not to far from the coachmen not moving and quite injured.Just from the twisted look on her face I knew that she was dead. After some time every one from the ball room came down and all you could hear was people screams and women fainting and all I could think about was how much my face hurt and how I had to get Madame Victoire to her room. In the end  I got her safe and sound and the glass particles pulled out of my face. A few days later we buried Mlle Tancarville and it was a beautiful service and they are still investigating everything.Frederic is going to investigate and I pray he will do a great job in that. I will close out this later. I will pray you will stay safe.Love you mother

EC de fiennes