Sarah Tintagyl Posted April 9, 2010 Report Share Posted April 9, 2010 [i]Dresden, North Germany[/i] There was something charming about Saxony, the medieval architecture was definitely one, perhaps it was mildly cooler here than in Pau or Bordeaux as well. Though for as beautiful as the city was, clear blue skies and the soft chiming of church bells, she wished that her parents would have some sense to come back with her to Aquitaine, she could treat them better there, watch over them in their old age and if the chance ever came that the German States would war again, they would be safe in France. One could say the same thing about the cold war going one between Burgundy and Aquitaine, but with the recent conference in Versailles that was all clearing up, Aquitaine was now in prime position to own the whole of France or at least most of it, the independence of the successor Burgundian states and Brittany of course were more than welcomed, so why wouldn't they come back with her? Adelaide Josselyne stared off out into the morning sunrise illuminating the city and tied her robe tight around her waist, whilst the smell of fresh brewed coffee and tea came from downstairs in the Josselyne's small house within the city. "A match made in heaven." Adelaide chuckled. "A French man married to a German woman and their beloved daughter that stands between the two nations. The least Therese and Dierik could do for me is give me Alsace-Lorraine for myself, I'm the damned region personified after all." "Adele!" She heard her father scream up from the kitchen downstairs, it brought her back to her youth. "Breakfast is ready, your mother made a feast." Pushing herself out of her bed, she ran her fingers through her hair. It was excessively long if it wasn't in its braid, she got her hair from her mother, long and fair, she had gotten her mother's skin as well, though she had inherited her father's eyes, brown and dark like the Ardennes, along with her father's temper, which made her a hell of a commander. Going through her morning ritual, prior to breakfast, brushing her teeth, showering, everything to maintain a semblance of daintiness was something that Adealide took with her even as Paladin. Though the thought of Pau made her almost regret taking the week off of work to visit her family in Dresden. There was work to be done in Aquitaine, but Therese had essentially relieved her for the week. "You're working too much." Adelaide said mockingly to the mirror, the toothbrush still in her mouth. "You work too much and there won't be anything for you to do later. Go, go to Saxony, take some time off." She spit into the sink. "I'm perfectly fine Therese, I do not need your advice to tell me how to live." "Adelheid!" That was her mother's voice. The German and French pronunciation of her very name even made her chuckle. "I'm coming mother, please, I think I can take care of myself." "I'm telling you Laurent." She could hear her mother whisper. "How old is she now? Twenty-eight? A military girl and she can't even come downstairs to breakfast on time." "And to think I used to think she got my morning grouchiness." Adelaide shook her head as she walked down the staircase into the living room and into the kitchen, not a thing had changed. As they sat down to eat, the Paladin of Aquitaine continued to go over the thoughts in her head, what she wanted to ask her parents so desperately..."So you thought about coming back to Bordeaux with me right?" Laurent took a deep breath and put down his tea cup. "Adele." He looked at his daughter and then his wife. "Mina..." "Adelheid, your father and I, we're...we're just too old for that kind of move right now. We need people to take care of us, our neighbors do that, Dresden has always been kind to your father and I ever since he moved to North Germany after the collapse of the Reich. We just couldn't get used to France this late in our lives." "Father?" Laurent sighed. "I've fell in love with the city Adele...we both feel terrible, but even then, we're getting old and you're far too busy to care for us in our age." "I can make time for both of you. I promise." "And forsake your duty to Aquitaine? Adelheid? I think not. You're the best daughter a mother could ever ask for, you've done enough for both of us." The Paladin looked down at her plate. "We didn't want to tell you the day you left town, but your father and I didn't want to ruin your time here with knowing that we weren't going to leave." "No...its okay." She scrapped the plate with her fork. "I'm meeting a friend...acquaintance in the city later, before I leave." Her father smiled. "Ah see! You're falling in love with the city too. I knew you would." "Well, if you'll both excuse me and mother, if you could braid my hair for me before I go out." "It would be a pleasure as always Adelheid." --- Adelaide left her house quarter after noon, dressed in the regalia of the Paladin of Aquitaine, though it was a light frock coat, she had no problem in advertising her rank. Not as a demand for respect, but as a symbol of her own pride. She represented her country everywhere she went and it was something she was never afraid of doing. Though she hope that she wasn't overdressed for her guest either. Before landing in Dresden, Adelaide had sent a short letter to the North German Chancellor, the possibility to meet again and exchange a few words at least maybe to see the city a bit. She had grown up in Bordeaux with her father, just a small child when the European Invasions were taking place, safe in the Welsh Empire from Nords and Coalition members both. Finally thought, she had reached the small cafe that she had specified in her letter to the Chancellor. It was the only cafe she knew of in Dresden, so it would have to work. Small, but small was better. So the Paladin took a she outside, bathing in her sun, her hair tightly braided and her brown eyes staring up for light as much as a tree would do. As she waited for the Chancellor to arrive. The biting feeling of her parents refusing to leave and the amount of time she demanded out of herself, still biting her in the neck. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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