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[fannicroy]

He valued his idea of their family. That version of them did not exist anymore. The blind dedication Fanni had had had been lost. Some of her sacrifices had cost too much. It was impossible to exist in a space where Levente and his short sightedness dominated everything and everyone. She looked down at her hands, it clearly didn't matter that she had prepared herself for this coldness. It made her ache all the same. Time had helped her to put her thoughts into order. With time had come the realization that some acknowledgment of her efforts would have helped her to keep her bitterness from filling each and every cell in her body. He was too dear for her to resent him but her will to resist the negative emotions that surrounded Levente was not strong enough. "I can't stay." It was the truth at its barest form. "If I stay, I think I'll stop existing." Levente was, at a fast pace, becoming the center of Budapest. Each and every task their father delegated over to him just shifted the scales in his direction. "He makes me happy. I know that sounds cliché but it's true." She didn't like having to explain herself but if this was the last chance, she had to bite the bullet. "I love you. You are my family and without all of you, I wouldn't be anything or anywhere." She reached over and placed her hand over his. Her eyes searched for his, she wanted him to look at her. Look at her and hear her. She wouldn't allow him to brush her off just because he was upset. "I need these changes in my life. He is one of the few things that make sense. And he's mine. I'll have something of my own. I can build something myself. I can't keep living the life that made me feel like I am just performing for you. I don't want to let go of the things I want and the things that make me happy just to keep you pleased. You already resented me. Choosing him has only given you a justified reason to." Ah! She hadn't meant to let her eyes wet. She had wanted to stand her ground but in that meek way that could be considered an olive branch once the initial harsh feelings died down. Not like this. "We only get one chance and one life, and I felt like I was letting mine go to waste. I had control over nothing, and I could only think of what I had given up. So let me feel happy over this without shame and guilt." Even when she was attempting to assert her autonomy, she found herself asking for a permission. Some things just wouldn't change.

"You didn't expect me to," Levente repeated, a hollow laugh following the sentence. "Even when you hurt me, it's calculated." He felt even worse now. The only way she could have been more direct, would have been to tell him in plain words that she picked the Frenchman. The ties she was severing were worth less than a life with him. "You cannot possibly know that!" His voice was too loud. He fixed his posture and quickly checked if anyone had turned their head in their direction. Fortunately, his outburst remained unnoticed. "I value this family," he told her, an index finger tapping harshly against the table. "My dedication doesn't have conditions like yours clearly does. This feels like a rebellion. This looks like you're lashing out because we don't worship you anymore." And she only had herself to blame for that. No one, absolutely no one, had forced her to burn bridges. "You can't erase Budapest. It won't just disappear because you chose to leave. It will not cease to be your home even when you redecorate yourself with blue, white and red." He would not change his mind about it. It frustrated him that, in a moment of weakness, she was throwing her old life away. He swore they wouldn't be in this situation if some other charming idiot had walked into her life just some months ago. Arnauld d'Orléans would have faded into a memory. Budapest would have been as perfect as it always had been. "He's just one person. He is not the same as us. He is not everything."

#( levente. )

[fannicroy]

You and all of your new perspective now

Wish I could shut it in a closet

And drag you back down

And drag you back down

#this is my last tekla x fanni song <3 #( music. )

[fannicroy]

"I don't doubt that. Ines seems natural." She smiled sadly at her brother, the lines on his face more prominent than ever. Most likely from frowning all day. "People forgive. Given enough time. Kind people do, at least." Of course Ines had warmed up. She didn't know for sure if the words applied to her brother though. Levente's pride was made of steel and Fanni had landed quite a few hits on it. Fanni would not be as lucky. "I didn't expect you to," Fanni admitted with a shake of her head. Irony decorated her face. Congratulations would have seemed mocking anyways, it was alright. Her index finger played with the edge of her lacy sleeve and she considered his words for a moment. The wound that had been caused by the problems surrounding Katya was infected. It was rotting and Fanni could only think of one way to fix it: she needed to cut off the limb. She had prepared for it all summer. A clean cut. It felt right. "I took it, this, into consideration when I made my decision. I really did." Did that make her better or worse a sister? "But I think... it's more consideration than you would have spared me if our roles had been reversed." Her voice was soft, weak, and it lacked an edge. Fanni could have sounded bitter or argumentative. Mostly she just felt disappointed. It had been a disheartening realization. She knew there was a chance she had let herself dive so deep into self pity that her view on everyone was warped but Levente was not known for a considerate personality. "There's nothing left for me in Budapest. This is what I want, and I think I'll be happy. Hopefully, you'll accept it eventually."

"Ines is a good mother," he replied stiffly. The day had been a collection of great disappointments. He had wanted some insane person to stand up and stop the ceremony — no one had. He had wanted her to change her mind last minute and not show up — but she had. He had wanted to be even a little bit happy for her — but he had failed at it miserably. "She doesn't despise me so much these days." His eyes remained on Fanni for a thoughtful while. How had she ended up like this? Why had she even come to talk to him? He could only sour her otherwise pleasant evening. He wouldn't be able to keep the venom off his tongue. He was predictable in that way and she knew him better than most people. "I'm not going to congratulate you." He managed to keep his voice neutral. As if he was describing the weather and now grating his own heart. "You knew I was not going to forgive you for this." He hoped she could read between the lines and hear his question: so how could you?

#( levente. )

[fannicroy]

HSHQTASK059: FAREWELL

when did you join ? what made you join ? what do you remember from the plotlines that were current at the time ? where were you in life when you joined and where are you now ?

I joined in June '17! I was on my summer break and needed some casual fun hobby. I had been in other groups but I hadn't stuck in one. Then HSHQ came and stole me away. I think when I joined the major plot was the Portuguese-Italian attack on Spain. I had picked a Brazilian crown princess and since she was related to the Portuguese, I got involved in it a bit. I remember having a hard time understanding the lore and reasoning behind it and it's why Flavia was kind of anti-Braganzas lmao. Retrospectively, I was looking for a logical reason when I should have understood that "for the drama" was a valid reason haha

which characters have you written over the years ?

Flavia, Fanni, Lixue, Roman, one Andorran, Robbie... I think that's all? I've been quite conservative with my roster.

what is your favourite plotline that you've been part of ?

It would have to be Roman's arch. I liked the fact that it had a proper ending and a clear storyline. It was also the kind of story I had never had the chance to write because it required so much time and it required loyalty from all members. It was an unique experience so it gets the special mention.

what about other people's plotlines ?

I think I'll give this one to Sergi-Remei-Chico thing. The whole Spanish fires, Spain vs. Catalonia + Andorra vs. France. I think it was a compact set of stories that worked individually but still created a larger story. Okay, now that I think about this a bit more, this is probably a cop out since Fanni was somewhat involved in this, but I swear I'm talking about Chimei more than France's role in all of this.

who is your favourite character from the ones you've played ? why ? what made you love them ? what made them so fun to write ?

I can't choose between Roman and Fanni. I think it's pretty clear to everyone that I love Fanni. She has had some of the best plots that I've ever had the chance to write and there hasn't been a dull moment with her. Through Fanni I got to write some complex and dark feelings, and I think it worked as some kind of therapy too because when I put some of those feelings into words, I got to rationally look at some of deeper and hidden feelings I myself harboured. I do want to put a disclaimer here that Fanni is a much much much unhappier person than I am but I think everyone can relate to comparing yourself to others or feeling like a lesser person? If you don't know what I'm talking about, this is very awkward lmao. The emotional side of writing Fanni was fun and I feel like I made so many discoveries and felt proud of my writing. But.... Roman is so special to me. He was a complex character and a character I had to spend time on a lot. I really had to think about his motives and I had to find a backstory for him that worked. His relationship with Giselle was one of my favourite relationships to write because there were so many emotions stitched into it. I think I should write the relationship task for them just to get all of my thoughts out. Roman was interesting to write. That is all. And I echo Hails' words when I say that it was fun to write a more down-to-earth character. Someone who wasn't overly wealthy and obnoxious. I enjoyed writing characters for Eastern Europe. It was maybe an easy option to choose since it's what I know well. I'm a bit saddened by the fact that I didn't get the chance to write about Fanni's complexes more. It would have been fun to expand on her tough relationship with Hungary.

if you could relive a plotline, which would it be ?

Oooooh.... I think I'd go with post-break up Farnauld? It was a very exciting time and the interactions were fun to write. What I would change would be how we ended up extending the break up? The reconcilation should have happened a year quicker haha. Wait no. That's my second option. My first option would be Isanni in the beginning. Their interactions were super intense and I loved the complexity of their relationship. I'm very pleased with their storyline but I wish I had written the beginning more.

is there a plotline that you'd edit now if you could ?

I know if I edited these plotlines, Fanni would be somewhere different so technically I wouldn't change these but... I think the beginning of Tekla and Fanni's interactions. I think I'd have Fanni be a bit more open. I would have liked to see their relationship as a supportive one. The other one that I'd edit would be Fanni and Nadya. I think it would have been fun to have them actually become friends. I do stand behind my replies, they were accurate portrayals but I think there was some wasted potential by having them end up being almost-friends.

what's a plotline you wish you would have been able to finish before closing or just write more of ?

Tekla and Fanni. I needed just one more thread gaah! Their dynamic was the most important one for me. Fanni's codependency on Tekla was so interesting and fun to write. I think an ending to their difficulties would have been cathartic.

what is your favourite ooc memory ?

I have to say I'm not that involved in OOC stuff as you guys have probably noticed haha. I enjoyed the HSHQfeed stuff and... Naomi's shanenigans.

where can others find you if they want to get in touch ?

Through tumblr, this blog, but I think I'll disappear akbgdjag If you end up reopening or joining some group together, please let me know! I'd love to write with you guys again <3

what else would you like to say ?

I never thought a group would mean this much to me yet here we are! I've loved every second of it and I think I've been given a special opportunity to express myself through writing. Everyone's dedication has amazed me and I'm literally literally so so happy that I made HSHQ my home. I'm so sad that it has come to an end. I don't know if I would have had much more to give but it's hard to say goodbye. Seven years is a long time to know people! I can't believe I've graduated and switched jobs all while being here. If I compare my life pre-HSHQ and post-HSHQ, I can barely believe it myself! Thank you everyone, it's been a truly wonderful experience <3 I think I'll write a few things and if you still want to write a thread or two, don't hesitate to message me <3

#hshqtask059

[fannicroy]

It was a nice opening line. The sort that Isabela used to hook her target. Fanni fell for it as per normal, an answer on the tip of her tongue, a narcissistic desire to talk about herself, but Isabela produced speech quicker than Fanni ever could. A disapproving smile settled onto her face, and despite knowing that she could trust the Spaniard, her heartbeat quickened because the statement was too alike a threat. "I think back then I needed to..." It had not been that long time ago, if she wanted, she could still tap into the desperation and self-loathing that had been present around that time. "It would have been a cause. Critically thinking, I don't think I would have been able to hold my head up high through it. It would have been a disservice to everyone." Had she gone through her promise, things would have gone very differently. It was hard to even imagine where she'd be. "I think I wanted to feel honest too."

" WELL ? does it feel like you imagined it would ? " isabela had known that if she just stayed up late enough, she'd be able to catch a moment with the bride. she really hadn't expected it to take SO long though. her patience had nearly ran out. " i thought you promised to go to another direction. i was waiting for the headlines linking you to different women. almost prepared a statement if someone called me ! i'm DEVASTATED that you robbed me a moment in the spotlight ! " [ &&. @fannicroy ]

[fannicroy]

"Katone behaved." She did not know what else to say. To everyone else she had exclaimed: I'm so glad you could make it! It did not stand true with Levente. Fanni was just glad that he had not chosen to humiliate her by refusing to attend the wedding. "Ines looks happier these days." Ines. Not you. Not necessarily. ( @lcvcntc )

#one last thread :(

[fannicroy]

HRM Fanni d'Orléans attending the International Day of Peace Celebration.

#hshqevent046 #last outfit post ever :(

[fannicroy]

"The reason I wanted to meet..." Tekla would find out eventually, Fanni could rip the band aid off and stop worrying about her reaction. It would be what it would be. Fanni would not be able to change a thing. Tekla appreciated honesty so this was the best way deal with the inevitable. This was the best way. The best. The best... Fanni had had to craft a list of reasons in order to keep her confidence. Unfortunately no amount of reasoning really kept her anxiety at bay. "I wanted to tell you in person and not have you read it in the papers... but, well, uhm... well I... I had a long conversation with Arnauld and ah..." Oh Jesus Christ! Why was it so fucking hard? "We're... picking up from where we left off two years ago." ( @tvkla )

#( tekla. )

[fannicroy]

FANNI'S WEDDING LOOKS

Fanni and Arnauld set the date for their wedding quickly: they had wasted a lot of time already. It was a lot of work for the French PR team because who would be rooting for a couple that had already broken up once before? They decided to find a scapegoat: they blamed Pax Aeterna. Every story was about king Arnauld's sacrifice and how he had let Fanni go for the sake of her safety! He had only wanted to protect her! Being associated with him had been life threatening! Poor poor poor man. His majesty had a heart after all! The wedding bells rang in early September. The whole 8th arrondissement got closed off from non-residents for the duration of the ceremony.  L'église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine was Fanni's pick, and the reception location, Versailles, was Arnauld's pick (Fanni probably wouldn't have argued for another choice anyways). Fanni's ceremony dress is shown above and my headcanon is that Giselle practically forced her to wear an obnoxiously big tiara. "You're queen now for God's sake!" Fanni wouldn't have known how to argue against it. For the reception she would have changed into a lighter dress and a smaller tiara. I've had her reception saved on pinterest for such a long time!!!! I think it suits Fanni perfectly and it's beautiful too &lt;3

#long post sry gkndgjs #idk if this is embarrassing to post aksgnsdjkgbn #but i've had that dress picked out for too long to not share it #hshqbridal

[fannicroy]

Her hands were shaking. She could hear her pulse in her ears. She was so afraid of having come too late. What if Giselle had been wrong and he was past giving her another chance? She had told him no on so many occasions. Her stupid stubborn head had refused to even consider his proposition. What if his sensible tormented heart would now turn her down? She would not be able to blame him for it. She held her breath for every second he spent considering her words. The choked sound of relief that escaped her throat resembled a sob. Her cheeks burned and for the first in a long while, joy seemed to be seeping out of skin. Relief, happiness... The release from anxiety made her feel light.

Elated, she reached across the table. Her hand cupped the side of his face. He felt warm. He felt solid. He felt certain. "I'm- I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took so long." She should have stopped running after the scraps her family had spared her. There had been no space for her. The feeling temporality would have not disappeared. The Hungarian court would have eventually been too small for her. There had been nothing to build. She could have tried to force it but not even Fanni would have been able to make a circle and a square fit together. Why had she been so hell bent on running away from him? "I am sure. I am absolutely sure." And she would go to great lengths to prove it if he asked her to. "I have thought this through." Could he not hear it in her shaky voice? Could he not see it in her watery eyes? Could he not feel it in her gentle touch? "I want to love you. I want to do it correctly and honorably. I don't want to spend my time wondering what it could have been like. I want to know. I want to have this with you. I want a life with you in it."

was she looking for approval ? it felt a little bit perverted for him to give her a pat on the back considering their history. there were lines he refused to cross, lines that she had established — but in order to be supportive, it was almost necessary. in what manner could he successfully send her away without discouraging her ? his reaction was muted if anything. a stray contained smile. " it could be something you deal with once it's necessary. until then, you tell a white lie. ask for privacy. " the croÿs might not know what the word meant but fanni could try.

" thank you, " he said softly. his eyes dropped to follow her hands at work. " i wanted to know. " now he could, with a clear conscience, say that it was not on him. he was not the person responsible for her. he was not the reason if something terrible happened. he was not the only one who had tried to help. his gaze paused on the dessert. of course it was dessert — that was not surprising. the choice for the dessert was. it didn't feel coincidental. what are you telling me ? the question was on his tongue but she spoke up first. her inability to form a coherent sentence made him feel like he was being tortured. she was extending the excruciating period of not knowing what was coming next. the firmness of her gaze was captivating. his eyes measured her. her earnest expression left no room for wrong interpretations. " for those two months, yes. yes, i would, fanni. " the words were out before he truly had time to consider what he was promising. it was foolish and reckless, and he knew painfully well that not a single cell in him would have been able to deny her request. sensibility found itself being discarded. two months or immediately, two months or two years ago, time did not matter. " i love you. i do not think i could pretend otherwise. " she had seen him beg. she had been given so many excuses by him. he was beyond pretending. when it came to her, his pride had already been lost. " you just have to promise me i am not waiting for nothing. fanni, you have to be sure. you have to be sure. the past cannot be repeated. if you ask me to wait, you have to be sure. "

#( arnauld. )

[fannicroy]

"It was," she confirmed for him. "I don't think I can avoid it anymore. It had to end eventually. I knew that." It had to remain as a phase. She did not want to succumb to the same indifference as Arthur — he could find a reason for the habit or he could find a reason why it didn't matter in the first place! It was such a safe and comforting way to live... but it just never fixed the underlying problem. "I don't know yet. I don't know if I can successfully disappear for two months and not tell Olimpia or my parents." She sighed. "Honesty is probably one of those values I will learn about. I just can't stand the idea of having to see their disappointment — and judgment. Oli can be harsh." She would be able to brush it off but it would still leave a mark, and she already had enough bruises.

"But you know about it now. I wanted you to." Her impatience got the best of her and she reached for the box, taking the top box off. The slice of apple pie looked far from appetizing, having moved around in the box. "I- well-" Anxiousness was making her choke on her words. "I wanted to know if you'd... if you might — if I'm just not too late — if you might still be here. If you might wait for those two months. Just those two months." Her eyes wanted to stray from him but she wanted there to be no question about her certainty. She didn't believe in much anymore, but she could believe in their chances. "If you still think you could love me, if you'd still allow me back, would you wait for those two months?"

" she wasn't, " he admitted. her statement was peculiar. it was calm and it lacked the accusatory tone he had expected. he knew what he had done. he had prepared for anger and disdain. he had known she'd hate him for what he had done. she'd hate his inability to keep to himself. he had waited and prepared for all of that and it never came ! where was it ? she seemed accepting. why ? he didn't know whether to be glad or alarmed. what had inspired this change of opinion ? his eyes stayed glued on her, his intense gaze ready to detect the slightest clue. tell me. speak. say something. when he couldn't understand her, when he couldn't predict her next move, it became unbearable to sit there in silence. he reached for the box. her wanting him to do so was the only clear part about their interaction. she was so few-worded that he couldn't even tell if she wanted to be there talking to him. it made him think she had come to say something that would make him unhappy. he was mildly disappointed in himself for caring so much. they were barely friends — if she now disappeared from his life for good, it'd hardly have an effect on his daily life. the box stayed unopened, his finger running along the sharp edge. in his dismay, he had thrown away the last opportunity to sit down with her and talk about nothing of importance. he should have reconsidered that one midday. but how had he been to know that in two months' time a rescheduling would not be an option ? he lifted his gaze to look at her and made sure not even one line on his face tattled on him. his thoughts would not be expressed in any way. " you know what i think you should do. avoiding it is not an option in my opinion. shame is just part of the journey and you cannot avoid it. " of course there was shame. no matter how she liked to pretend that what she was doing was not wrong, it was. it was ! he waited for her to continue, waited for her to cast his punishment for reminding her of her short coming. it was what she had come to talk about, wasn't it ? " you do not have to explain this to me, " arnauld stated slowly. perhaps he was tired of the excuses himself. fine ! she wanted to let her life go to waste and be angry with him ? it was her privilege ! fine ! she could abandon him over this and remain angry ! fine ! what did he care ? he would be spared from having to hear the same old excuses. as her lips parted once more, he tried guessing her words, her phrasing. 'stop' would certainly be in the sentence. 'my choice' ? 'temporary' ? 'no right' ?

the words flowed past her lips and hung heavy between the two of them. arnauld found himself frozen in place. " this was your decision ? " he would not let himself feel relief until he knew an ultimatum hadn't been given to her by the croÿs. " who will know about it ? "

#( arnauld. )

[fannicroy]

"Oh." The only surprising part was his honesty. He wasn't jumping to defend himself and his decision. "Ines wasn't the smart choice." She was the comfortable choice for him, but she was by no means the smart nor the best choice. What did Fanni care about Ines's opinion or hypothetical worry? "I never gave you the permission to care." Her voice was low and tired, as if they had been fighting about the subject for hours — in a way, the tugging had lasted for a year. His adamant stance on the issue was respectable in a sense. She would have appreciated it more and she would have been able to see the affection behind the action clearly, had it not been another case of him testing what she'd allow. She felt unable to feel angry at him. The unexpectedness of it all and the knowledge that he was right made it impossible to blow up. She slid the box closer to his side of the table before setting her hands in her lap, tightly kept in place by her knees. "There's too much shame around it. I can't talk about with her. Any of them." She wasn't sure what was left of the image her family had had of her but with this the last remains would disappear. It seemed like too big a goodbye. "And a year ago I thought going home would help. I'd care less. I'd need it less. I'd have enough going on to be too busy to miss it." She looked at him and wrinkled her nose. "Too optimistic." There had been logic behind it. She would have been able to prove him wrong if things had simply fallen into place in Budapest. She would have been able to say she did not have a problem. "I'm admitting myself for two months."

the shuffling of his security guards on the front lawn made him look up from his book. a faint smile spread onto his face. he had thought she had chosen to skip over meeting him on her visit, but no ! there she was. quieter than usual, more careful than he was used to her. " hello. " he almost made it sound like a question: why are you here like this ? are you happy to be here ? will you tell me something i don't wish to hear ? the moment of silence between grew longer and he became more worried by every second. guessing the cause for the odd behaviour was not worth the effort. she'd eventually part her lips and tell him. eventually they'd stop meeting like this. this was just a phase, a glimpse into what could have been. it was a gross theft and one he should have been ashamed of. he was too old to be holding onto scraps... but it seemed it was unlikely he'd have to make the decision. " yes. "

#( arnauld. )

[fannicroy]

She set the bakery box on the porch table. The evening sun had coloured everything in shades of orange and red. It even washed out the blue of his eyes. "Hi." She hoped his schedule didn't have an oddity penned in for the evening. She needed all the time the day could give her, and she couldn't trust herself to have the courage if she actually planned a meeting with him. "Did you say something to Ines?" ( @vrnvuld )

#( arnauld. )

[fannicroy]

"Thank God. I was prepared for an extremely boring car ride." And in some forbidden way, she was glad to share a personal moment with someone. The shallowness of a grand party left Fanni feeling drained and empty. "I'm going to say goodbye to a few people but meet me by the doors in ten minutes?"

She was careful walking across the snowy courtyard to the car. The ice and the heels did not make a good combination. "Sometimes, and this is only sometimes, I wished they had something else that an orchestra. What happened to bands and DJs? The music is always the same, it¨s a shame." She slipped into the car and maneuvered herself to the other side of the bench to leave room for Ines. "I may have become a negative person as well. Parties tire me these days. I don't know where I used to find the energy to dance the night away."

" happy new year ! " she tries for the same energy but it is far too late in the night and fanni is far too chipper for ines to replicate. extremely chipper ! and her cheek is abnormally hot. a side effect of alcohol... or something stronger ? arnauld had been sure to emphasise just how regularly fanni would indulge herself – and the new year was as special an occasion as any. but was a favour for arnauld worth the risk of sacrificing her escape from the party ? definitely not. " please. my feet are so sore and my back feels like it's seconds from breaking. "

[fannicroy]

"Happy New Year!" She pressed a kiss on Ines' cheek. "Do you want to escape with me in about ten minutes? I have driver who's taking me home. Home home. It's a two hour drive but you wouldn't have to wake up in Bratislava." ( @inescroy )

#( ines. ) #this is after midnight

[fannicroy]

"Oh, I see, hm." She frowned softly. Irritation was an improvement to anger, but it was no victory. "So I take it you're not really open to being civil?" She really should have drunk more. Maybe then she would have been more confident and wittier. She wanted to say something sharp and harsh. Prick a needle into him and show him how ridiculously juvenile his anger was. It was disgusting honestly. Tiring and disgusting but not surprising in the least. She should have expected this kind of behaviour. Levente would only come around when he would find himself in a position where only Fanni could or would help him. "And you've done your fair share of it already, I understand. Give Ines my best if I don't see her before you do."

"We're not fighting. We're ignoring each other." Deciding Fanni did not exist had vacated much space in his head. Space that his more pressing problems had taken over in an instant. "I know but it's something she has to live with. We can't all act recklessly."

#( levente. )

[fannicroy]

"Oh!" Fanni's brows shot high up on her forehead and she stared at the princess. "I see, that's how it looks like to you." Ridiculous! This was worse babying than anything her family had ever done. "This is highly inappropriate, and I think you're quite mistaken. What happens in our private relationship does not concern you to this extent. Under no circumstances are you allowed to come find me at a party and badger me into cutting a person out of my life. Do you understand how outrageous this is, Giselle?" Fanni didn't even blink as she waited for some sort of a reaction from the French princess. There was no such thing as a balanced family. There was always someone who thought they had the right to push others off balance with their meddling. "If I had any question about your motives, I would have walked off by now. I understand that you worry and care, but we are not close. We are not family. I cannot even imagine what kind of a reasoning you came up with for yourself in order to allow yourself to approach me about this." Fanni was furious. So furious that even though she could recognized the sensibility of Giselle's advice, she refused to even consider the words. Just by principle, she was tempted to make her visits even more frequent and obvious to the French! "This was inappropriate," Fanni repeated as she stood up, her voice had regained some calmness. "And I hope you will not bring it up again tonight. Please. I promise to think about what you've said. That is the most I can promise you."

" this is VERY much my business because your selfishness is ruining my brother's life. " her smile was cold. she had a feeling only the clearest message would go through. " i've always liked you but right now you're being very infuriating. " she withdrew her hands and sat up straighter. " it was better when he was attempting to make you jealous and angry by pretending to move on. at least he was moving ! you have to understand my point of view. some of us still care about him and what you two are doing is stupid. it's stupid because nothing is tying you together except for, WELL, neediness and sexual tension ! " she furiously shook her head. OH she was so upset already ! " all i'm saying is that he's NOT going to make the decision so unless you want to find yourself in this same situation next year, you should act smart. this is free advice. you've turned him down, now it's time to walk the talk. "

#( giselle. )