The Inevitable Storm
Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, only my story. So do us all a favor and don't steal either. :)
A/N - I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, so I'll say it right up front - I am NOT a Raoul basher. Just so you know that's not where this story is going. ;)
Introduction:
Philippe de Changy watched distantly at the two newlyweds, his gaze going back and forth from the two.
The maids had gotten sick, and Christine hadn't seen the use of getting replacement ones if they'd only be out
a few days, so she and his brother Raoul were doing the dishes, something Raoul had protested to at first, but gladly succumbed to when he realized he'd be with her while doing it. Philippe hadn't a problem with what
they were doing or how they were living; no one did. In fact, all the talk of Paris was about the Vicomte and
his bride - how happy they were and how they were so perfectly suited. So very much in love.
No, what bothered him was the feeling that kept coming to his heart whenever he visited the couple. Raoul
was deliriously happy. He had won over his childhood sweetheart. Philippe hadn't been pleased at all over
the announcement, but eventually relented to the idea and allowed his brother the happiness he deserved. But now that responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders. Something here just simply wasn't right. It started
with that singing bride, and he was bound to find out just what was going on behind the scenes of these two.
