Author's Note
Hello and welcome to
étoiles dorées
My first multi-chapter GawainxJeanne (although it will be very, very slow on the romance). I am very excited for this one.
I already have five chapters written (on-top of this one) and I very much hope you will all like it and hopefully will follow it as it grows.
And so, without further ado, I welcome you all to the first chapter of this very interesting fic.
Sincerely,
Ms. AtomicBomb
"Non, maman," Jeanne shook her head, "I did not have class today. Though, I thought it best to go to campus since I did not want to get distracted." She closed the fridge after having taken out a plate of food. It had begun to snow about mid way into the day and thus she had decided to jump on the bus and head home before the weather got any worse. Winter days always made her much more dazed and tired than she normally was on a school day, especially when it was near the end of the semester and exams were on their way.
"Well, I am glad you made it back before the storm hit." Her mother sat down at the living room, glancing over at her before switching the television on. Immediately the news broadcast invaded the previously silent room.
"—The Western storm has reached England and there is expected to be thirty centimeters of snow, lighting and thunder are also expected and sleet is likely to precipitate early tomorrow morning. An extreme weather warning had been initiated and it is advised that everyone stay home. It is eight thirty-nine, this has been—"
"Scary," Isabel, her mother, shuddered, "I do hope Jacques is safe."
Jeanne managed to shove a piece potato and a bit of rice in her mouth before she spoke again. "Is everyone home?"
"Your father is on his way, he called and said he would be here soon. He got held up at work. Catherine is keeping Pierre calm and Jean is playing games on his computer again."
"You know what upsets me? Snow in late March. Why is there a thunderstorm at this time? Isn't the equinox today or something?"
"This winter has been really harsh…"
She sat down next to her mother, crossing her legs and tuning into the television. More urgent news followed, and she exchanged some words with her mother before she finished her dinner and cleaned after herself. She bid a good night to her mother and climbed up the stairs to her attic bedroom. It took her a while to get ready for bed, so she always wanted to head up earlier.
She hurried to the bathroom to wash her face, ridding herself of any make-up before she washed her teeth and applied moisturizing cream to her face, after finishing up in the washroom, she walked to her bed, which was settled below a sunroof. She undid her long braid and ruffled her hair as so to let it free from the tight hold. She pulled out her pajama from the small closet and prepared to change. Slipping the soft dress over her head, the room lit with a lightning flash and immediately the lights flickered off, as soon as the lights turned off, thunder shook the house. The ear-splitting sound boomed around her and her bed rattled, her small frame shaking along with the house.
Silence filled her room as she was stuck still and the howling wind could be heard through the windows, making the house feel as if it were made out of cards and not brick and wood. Jeanne stood in the darkness, snow whipping against the windows, shaking them and thunder could be heard from far away. She finally breathed, stepping towards the bed and slowly sitting down.
"They'll come back on," she assured herself of the lights and slowly slipped under the covers, hoping to fall asleep through the storm. She did her nightly prayers in the dark, which took about fifteen minutes and after doing the sign of the cross she prepared to fall back on her bed. But, just as she settled, lightning struck and washed her room in flashing white light. Thunder rumbled almost instantly, shaking the attic once more and within seconds the electricity returned.
She took a deep breath, but it was caught in her throat when her closet door burst open and in stumbled a man with a long blue cape, tumbling to the floor with a crash as if he had run into the room at full speed. His blond head lifted from the floor and he seemed to look around before his head fell again and hit the floor with another thump.
She heard footsteps running through the house towards her room. "Jehanette! Mom wants to know if you're okay? Why is your door locked?" She heard the voice of her brother past her closed door.