Post by CHRISTABELLE WINDSOR on Aug 26, 2011 13:20:26 GMT -5
Since arriving at Versailles Princess Christabelle Windsor had done her best to avoid certain people mainly her mother and brother. This palace was big enough so that she did not have to see or deal with them unless necessary. Dealing with her family was something this young lady would prefer not to do. For as long as she could remember the only connection to her family she had was blood and name. There had never been any emotion or even the smallest amount of affection. The only reason she knew that her mother or father ever came to visit her growing up was the fact it would not have looked good if the King and Queen did not show up. It had always been a show when her mother came, she would look at young Christabelle with a nod watch the girl play when she was younger and even in the beginning would sit and listen to her during harpsichord lessons. She can right now count on her hands no count on one hand how many times her mother really came to see her and talk to her hell she only remembers seeing her father in person three times in her entire life.
It was sad really to think about it. The English royal family had five children but mostly the world only saw and heard anything about Banastre. Yes he was the crowned prince and yes he was the first born son but that did not mean the rest of the children were worthless well in the eyes of the King and the Queen they were. Christabelle had only met her older brother I think a total of two times in her entire years of life and both times it was a disaster. She met Ban when she was ten years old brought to the palace to meet the golden child as she thought of him and right then she knew there would never be any real love between the two siblings. He made fun of her slight limp she had after the fall where she broke her leg when she was ten. Heck even when that happened her parents did not come to see her they sent the Queens Head lady in waiting to check on the child. The sad Princess knows that she knew her parent’s had wished she died when she took that fall that way they would have one less child to worry about.
This palace at Versailles was so big and there were so many rooms and loads of people it did amaze the young lady. I mean this was a person who grew up in a household with servants yes but nothing on this scale. She never attended the parties really at the grande palace because either she as not invited or she refused to go because she would rather be alone then deal with her brother and her family. The less time she had to have them in her life the better she felt. There were never kind words exchanged never a comforting feeling came from her parents to Belle they were nothing more then the people who created her and birthed her but that was it. Many times since she arrived had the English Princess peaked around a corner to make sure her mother and or brother were not there. With her mother and brother Belle would swear the cord was never cut and those two were joined some how.
She did not want to go back to her room as when she woke up some how there were frogs in her bed she hated those things they were nasty and slimy and this morning they had somehow jumped all over her bed. Just thinking about that made her shiver and make faces. Just as back home in her own estate Christabelle loved to walk in the gardens. The smell of all the flowers filled her nose as she took in a breath. Hours upon hours was the time she could spend walking among the various plants and flowers it was like getting lost in this world within a world. Here she could walk in peace and not have to worry about smart mouthed pale faced gingers that ran crying to their mommy when someone was mean. Yes he was a prince but she was a Princess he did not have that much power over her but no thoughts of her stupid pale faced brother were not going to ruin this good going afternoon.
Christabelle leaned down and smelled what her favorite pink roses were how she has them in her room here and at home the flowers were sometimes changed in her room twice a day. There were no sounds that would disturb her peace just small little things she loved like running water from a fountain and maybe some birds singing. Looking around she yanked one of the biggest roses and started to touch the petals feeling their softness they felt like silk between her fingers. Christabelle stood there smiling as she was going to have a good day and there was nothing that was going to ruin this for her. Yes soon she would be meeting her future husband for the first time but that was later since he had not arrived in France yet.
Christabelle's dress www.rossetti.vispa.com/Gold-eighteenth-century-alternative-wedding-dress.jpg
It was sad really to think about it. The English royal family had five children but mostly the world only saw and heard anything about Banastre. Yes he was the crowned prince and yes he was the first born son but that did not mean the rest of the children were worthless well in the eyes of the King and the Queen they were. Christabelle had only met her older brother I think a total of two times in her entire years of life and both times it was a disaster. She met Ban when she was ten years old brought to the palace to meet the golden child as she thought of him and right then she knew there would never be any real love between the two siblings. He made fun of her slight limp she had after the fall where she broke her leg when she was ten. Heck even when that happened her parents did not come to see her they sent the Queens Head lady in waiting to check on the child. The sad Princess knows that she knew her parent’s had wished she died when she took that fall that way they would have one less child to worry about.
This palace at Versailles was so big and there were so many rooms and loads of people it did amaze the young lady. I mean this was a person who grew up in a household with servants yes but nothing on this scale. She never attended the parties really at the grande palace because either she as not invited or she refused to go because she would rather be alone then deal with her brother and her family. The less time she had to have them in her life the better she felt. There were never kind words exchanged never a comforting feeling came from her parents to Belle they were nothing more then the people who created her and birthed her but that was it. Many times since she arrived had the English Princess peaked around a corner to make sure her mother and or brother were not there. With her mother and brother Belle would swear the cord was never cut and those two were joined some how.
She did not want to go back to her room as when she woke up some how there were frogs in her bed she hated those things they were nasty and slimy and this morning they had somehow jumped all over her bed. Just thinking about that made her shiver and make faces. Just as back home in her own estate Christabelle loved to walk in the gardens. The smell of all the flowers filled her nose as she took in a breath. Hours upon hours was the time she could spend walking among the various plants and flowers it was like getting lost in this world within a world. Here she could walk in peace and not have to worry about smart mouthed pale faced gingers that ran crying to their mommy when someone was mean. Yes he was a prince but she was a Princess he did not have that much power over her but no thoughts of her stupid pale faced brother were not going to ruin this good going afternoon.
Christabelle leaned down and smelled what her favorite pink roses were how she has them in her room here and at home the flowers were sometimes changed in her room twice a day. There were no sounds that would disturb her peace just small little things she loved like running water from a fountain and maybe some birds singing. Looking around she yanked one of the biggest roses and started to touch the petals feeling their softness they felt like silk between her fingers. Christabelle stood there smiling as she was going to have a good day and there was nothing that was going to ruin this for her. Yes soon she would be meeting her future husband for the first time but that was later since he had not arrived in France yet.
Christabelle's dress www.rossetti.vispa.com/Gold-eighteenth-century-alternative-wedding-dress.jpg
