A/N: I'm writing this for a friend and I decided to let everyone else read it too, so that I could get other opinions. So tell me what you think. Also keep in mind that this is not a finish product. Thank-you!
Introduction
Madeline married the poor merchant against all wishes of her wealthy parents. Charles did not have much to offer their daughter, but he could offer her all the love he possessed. He always had said how lucky he was to marry such a beauty, when he was quite plain, but that was not the truth. He was not at all plain. If had been rich Madeline's parents would have approved of such a match given his good looks. It would have been a splendid match, both were quite good looking. Charles had dark green eyes, a thin frame, a handsome yet somehow boyish looking face, and unruly brown hair that could never be tamed with a comb. Madeline her self was quite lovely. She was tiny, yet lithe. Her wide eyes were as blue as the sky, her curly blonde hair ended slightly below her waist, and her pale skin was said to rival that of the white moon in shade. Wealthy suitors were bountiful and any one would have made her parents happy. But instead she had chosen Charles Chevalier, a handsome, but very poor merchant. They married soon after meeting, only a month later. And to escape the pressures of Paris wealth, and Madeline's parents they fled far into the country-side of France. There they lived on his meager earnings in a small cottage which was covered in roses in the summer.
In the fall of their first year of marriage, Madeline found out she was pregnant with their first child. Lily had been born first, with creamy skin, blonde hair and great big green-blue eyes. Lavender came second a year later, with paler skin than Lily, curly blonde hair, and sweet clear blue eyes. Both children aged two years before they found out they were to have another sister who would be born in winter.
Madeline grew ill before the birth of her third child. Her tiny body could not take much of the harsh cold that racked her body. She became weaker and weaker as she lay in bed. Charles was beside himself with worry about his beloved wife. He hardly ate or slept, and spent most of his days in her bedchamber trying to nurse her back to health. Madeline died soon after the birth of her third daughter. Charles could barely look at the baby, because the child looked so much like Madeline. The child would have been neglected had it not been for the kindness of her young sisters. Charles wept over the grave of his darling wife for many days. Sometimes he did not even leave the cemetery at night, he was grieving so much. Finally when he could weep no more, he looked around the cottage and at the three solemn faces of his daughters who were looking back at him. He decided that he would no longer cry out for what was gone, but treasure what was still left to him. Ten days after the third little girl's birth was finally named after Madeline's favorite flower, Rose. While other children inherit nicknames when they are young, little Rose was supplied with one also. They called her Beauty...