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MissKitty19
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- Joined
- Mar 13, 2017
- Location
- Niagara Falls
They were so eager to step foot on shore. After months at sea eating salt pork and rock hard bread with weevils in it, after watching half the young woman who travelled with them die of illness. Watching them lower the bodies into the sea, The bodies of young woman, hopeful for a new world, a new life. Had been a harrowing experience.
She hadn't spoken much with the other girl's The chaperones had insisted that she be kept separate from them, because she had something they did not. A title. Not that it had done her much good when illness ravaged through her home. One by one she'd watched her happy family vanish. Her aunt and Uncle, who'd shown up to " take care of things" Had seized ownership of the family estate. She was left with a sizable dowry, Plus there was the additional funds promised by the crown, should she wed in the new land.
" No need to sully your hands with the common folk Miss Rolande." Madam Gurtrude had said as she guided her back to the tiny cabin she had all to herself. When the illnesses got bad she'd been so glad for that solitude, but for a child from a very large family, the months long trip wore on.
When they had stepped foot on shore They'd been met with cheers and jeers alike from the men assembled. She didn't blame them, even the heartiest of girls had withered on the journey. And their licences to trade were being put at risk should they not marry.
Many of the girls hadn't waited, They'd married within days of their arrival. To the first man who'd asked. Many men had asked her and she'd declined being able to spot a fortune hunter well enough. It was becoming all to much, every day another man, seeking a pretty face or money that asked for her hand.
She was lovely, large, almost too large green eyes, fair skin and long dark curly hair. Short, about 5 foot tall with a sizable bust,a few months of being better fed since the boat over, she'd filled out nicely. While she wasn't the fashion in France, Most preferring blond hair and blue eyes and small breasts. Her quiet countenance most agreeable. Educated enough to be able to read and write. A pretty, young, godly woman who could help with business ledgers and had a sizable dowery, all made her very popular among the local men looking for a bride. Pressure from the Nuns whispering that this man wasn't so bad and she could do worse had her entertaining a few, chaperoned promenades through the late spring muddy streets had all come to naught. She was one of the last girls left to wed. Her and a group of lovely young ladies all named Marie.
The Nuns had tasked her with the rather grim task of sitting with one of the patients, reading to them, when his son had visited. It had warmed her heart a little. To see how much he cared for the old man that barely seemed alive.
Another month, He'd come at least once a week sit and listen to her as she read verses from her old family bible to his sick father. One day he asked her to wed and she agreed. The Nuns had celebrated. Insisted that they have a grand celebration. Though she'd asked for a simple. Private affair. The Nuns had relented so long as she continue her visits to the Hospital,
Reine Renee Rolande. Her Family name meaning fame and land. Her given names meaning queen, and reborn, it was clear her parents had intended for her to do great things. She wondered as she set down the heavy pen. If she was betraying the confidence of them in this moment. Of course once he signed, her family name would change. She would take his. Her meagre trousseau had been sent ahead to his residence. Her 5 thousand Livre dowery held in trust until morning, the additional 3 thousand to be gifted by the king should she be with child before a year had passed.
She blushed when the priest instructed them to kiss. Her hands in his, the second time they had held hands. She'd never kissed a man before, other then her father and brothers, but she knew that more then a peck on the cheek was expected here.
She hadn't spoken much with the other girl's The chaperones had insisted that she be kept separate from them, because she had something they did not. A title. Not that it had done her much good when illness ravaged through her home. One by one she'd watched her happy family vanish. Her aunt and Uncle, who'd shown up to " take care of things" Had seized ownership of the family estate. She was left with a sizable dowry, Plus there was the additional funds promised by the crown, should she wed in the new land.
" No need to sully your hands with the common folk Miss Rolande." Madam Gurtrude had said as she guided her back to the tiny cabin she had all to herself. When the illnesses got bad she'd been so glad for that solitude, but for a child from a very large family, the months long trip wore on.
When they had stepped foot on shore They'd been met with cheers and jeers alike from the men assembled. She didn't blame them, even the heartiest of girls had withered on the journey. And their licences to trade were being put at risk should they not marry.
Many of the girls hadn't waited, They'd married within days of their arrival. To the first man who'd asked. Many men had asked her and she'd declined being able to spot a fortune hunter well enough. It was becoming all to much, every day another man, seeking a pretty face or money that asked for her hand.
She was lovely, large, almost too large green eyes, fair skin and long dark curly hair. Short, about 5 foot tall with a sizable bust,a few months of being better fed since the boat over, she'd filled out nicely. While she wasn't the fashion in France, Most preferring blond hair and blue eyes and small breasts. Her quiet countenance most agreeable. Educated enough to be able to read and write. A pretty, young, godly woman who could help with business ledgers and had a sizable dowery, all made her very popular among the local men looking for a bride. Pressure from the Nuns whispering that this man wasn't so bad and she could do worse had her entertaining a few, chaperoned promenades through the late spring muddy streets had all come to naught. She was one of the last girls left to wed. Her and a group of lovely young ladies all named Marie.
The Nuns had tasked her with the rather grim task of sitting with one of the patients, reading to them, when his son had visited. It had warmed her heart a little. To see how much he cared for the old man that barely seemed alive.
Another month, He'd come at least once a week sit and listen to her as she read verses from her old family bible to his sick father. One day he asked her to wed and she agreed. The Nuns had celebrated. Insisted that they have a grand celebration. Though she'd asked for a simple. Private affair. The Nuns had relented so long as she continue her visits to the Hospital,
Reine Renee Rolande. Her Family name meaning fame and land. Her given names meaning queen, and reborn, it was clear her parents had intended for her to do great things. She wondered as she set down the heavy pen. If she was betraying the confidence of them in this moment. Of course once he signed, her family name would change. She would take his. Her meagre trousseau had been sent ahead to his residence. Her 5 thousand Livre dowery held in trust until morning, the additional 3 thousand to be gifted by the king should she be with child before a year had passed.
She blushed when the priest instructed them to kiss. Her hands in his, the second time they had held hands. She'd never kissed a man before, other then her father and brothers, but she knew that more then a peck on the cheek was expected here.