Post by DOROTHEE GUICHARD on Mar 18, 2012 19:54:18 GMT -5
It seemed as though her brother's condition had gotten worse.
Dorothee's worry for Fiacre bordered on obsession. It was, after all, her duty to save him from this demon. Her mother told her such from a young age, and she saw no reason to question her mother. The times when the demon overtook her brother were terrifying, and to make matters worse, Fiacre was not cooperating any more. He did not feel that the exorcisms were necessary, nor did her father. Whatever reason they had for distrusting the queen, Dorothee did not feel any of it.
It did not help that Ailbhe's actions clearly made Dorothee stand out as her favorite child, even though Dorothee did not see it as such. Hearing that you were quite literally a gift from god brought to Earth to bring salvation to your brother from age eight on meant that you started to believe a good deal of it. She was slightly delusional, yes, though through no fault of her own. She was simply living how she was raised, unaware that there may be another answer to her brother's ailment. Even if she knew, she'd likely reject it at first, because it went out of her realm of understanding. It would take work and time to pull her away from this.
Right now, though, Dorothee felt that there was no other answer but to pray. It was highly unlikely that they would partake in an exorcism in Versailles unless a true emergency occurred, and that meant that Dorothee felt almost a constant need to pray. She was worried about her brother to the point that her own health was taking a beating, and servants and family alike had not failed to notice that Dorothee was not eating as she should, or that her skin was a lot more pale than usual as of late. They set her outside, figuring that a bit of fresh air would do her some good, which was how the Moroccan princess found herself in the gardens of the palace. They really were beautiful, and even Dorothee could not deny the beauty in her fragile state. Yes, this was a nice, peaceful place to pray. Kneeling down, Dorothee began, soon so involved in what she was doing that she would scarcely notice if someone came up right behind her.
Dorothee's worry for Fiacre bordered on obsession. It was, after all, her duty to save him from this demon. Her mother told her such from a young age, and she saw no reason to question her mother. The times when the demon overtook her brother were terrifying, and to make matters worse, Fiacre was not cooperating any more. He did not feel that the exorcisms were necessary, nor did her father. Whatever reason they had for distrusting the queen, Dorothee did not feel any of it.
It did not help that Ailbhe's actions clearly made Dorothee stand out as her favorite child, even though Dorothee did not see it as such. Hearing that you were quite literally a gift from god brought to Earth to bring salvation to your brother from age eight on meant that you started to believe a good deal of it. She was slightly delusional, yes, though through no fault of her own. She was simply living how she was raised, unaware that there may be another answer to her brother's ailment. Even if she knew, she'd likely reject it at first, because it went out of her realm of understanding. It would take work and time to pull her away from this.
Right now, though, Dorothee felt that there was no other answer but to pray. It was highly unlikely that they would partake in an exorcism in Versailles unless a true emergency occurred, and that meant that Dorothee felt almost a constant need to pray. She was worried about her brother to the point that her own health was taking a beating, and servants and family alike had not failed to notice that Dorothee was not eating as she should, or that her skin was a lot more pale than usual as of late. They set her outside, figuring that a bit of fresh air would do her some good, which was how the Moroccan princess found herself in the gardens of the palace. They really were beautiful, and even Dorothee could not deny the beauty in her fragile state. Yes, this was a nice, peaceful place to pray. Kneeling down, Dorothee began, soon so involved in what she was doing that she would scarcely notice if someone came up right behind her.