A/N. REOW! Thanx for the review Demoness Mark, and OF COURSE I don't mind
you recommending me in your stories :P Thanx love
The last chapter was meant to show how horrible prison life is, because I thought if I had made Lily and Thérèse happy, it wouldn't be realistic if you know what I mean. I was planning to have this chapter a Sirius/James one so I'm one step ahead of you on that one, and as to your questions, Remus will come into play and maybe partially Peter. As to the rest of your Questions you're just going to have to wait!
Thanx again for the review
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General d'Ármee James Potier, or General to his inferiors, lounged about on a Sunday morning, reading the papers and congratulating himself on imminent success. He was accompanied by the General de Corps d'Ármee Sirius Black. Yet the two high ranking officials had known each other since birth, and simply referred to each other by their first names. Sirius' humorous, outgoing, and light personality contrasted well too James' passionate and sarcastic one. The two were inseparable, which was quite difficult for any foreign dignitaries to have a private conference with the revered General d'Ármee.
The previous day had been a milestone for the revolution. The new government felt comfortable enough in their position to allow most of those they had exiled back in to France, as long as they signed a document promising to obey the laws and officials of the National Assembly**.
Most agreed to sign the document, in hopes of seeing loved ones and a return to their prominent lives. One of those who were admitted back in, was Lady Nanette Jessamine Èvans.
It was that lazy Sunday that James Potier was taking a well deserved rest (or so HE thought) that he acquired a visit from the esteemed lady formally mentioned.
In a very businesslike manner, General James received the Lady and resolved to listen to what she had to say before sending Nanette on her way with false promises of the return of whomever of her relatives he had shoved in prison.
"General d'Ármee" She started in a regal manner she had been born with. "I wish to negotiate the return of my home, valuables, and my daughter."
He pretended to care about the location of her home, and was amused to hear that it was in front of that home he had received the scar high on his cheekbone, from the ring of a furious young woman. Yet he told all his soldiers it was a fierce battle wound, rather than a slap from a mere woman.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at James, for he had been at the Generals side, though in the shadows, and had seen the face of the woman who had hit the James so cleanly. Since then, he had assessed all women's beauty according to hers, but had found none who could match the mystery woman's air of confidence, the laugh in her eyes, or the shape of her lips.
Drawing himself out of his reverie, he listened just in time to here Lady Nanette speak about another woman she wanted out of prison, and wanted to claimed her because all her relatives were dead.
"Madame we need the names and ages of these two women you wish released from prison." Sirius said in an official manner.
"The two LADIES I want released from your hell holes." Nanette said, eyeing the General and his friend.
"You are no longer a Lady anymore MADAME." General James hissed.
"You are young and naïve." Nanette said, her eyes narrowed. "For all your airs, you know nothing about women. My daughter, our friend, and I shall continue using the titles we were born to, and whether you chose to acknowledge them at all is your own personal choice."
She stared them both down before continuing. "I wish the ladies Lilee Marguerite Isabelle Èvans and Thérèse Dominique Fleur Beurhanis to be released from your prisons." Pausing for a minute she maliciously added. "Alias Isabelle and Nicolette."
"We know of whom you speak." James said. "And of course we will release them.On conditions, of course."
Nanette raised her eyebrows. "Go on."
"The LADY Thérèse will be in constant surveillance, and will live at the manor of Sirius Black." James pointed to Sirius, who looked bewildered but none the less nodded ion approval. "And Lilee? She will stay with me. You may visit both young women whenever you chose."
Nanette saw the malice behind the general's eyes, and looked at him suspiciously.
"You must promise to me you will not lay a hand on them until and if they want you too."
Sirius blushed at this blunt remark from the small woman sitting in front of him and went down on one knee.
"I solemnly promise not to lay one finger on Lady Thérèse until and if she wants me to."
Nanette nodded at him and Sirius returned to his seat. Both looked pointedly at James.
"I am attracted to your daughter my lady." James began, and saw Nanette wince. "But," he finished gently. "I am a man of honor, and would never dream of forcing a woman into doing anything she did not want to. I solemnly give you my world that I shall not lay a hand on your daughter unless she wants me to."
Sirius slid a document that he had already signed to James, who scrawled his name on a line. James then glided it across the table to Nanette who, with a great flourish, signed Lily and Thérèse's fates forever.
** The National Assembly was the name for the Government of France.
The last chapter was meant to show how horrible prison life is, because I thought if I had made Lily and Thérèse happy, it wouldn't be realistic if you know what I mean. I was planning to have this chapter a Sirius/James one so I'm one step ahead of you on that one, and as to your questions, Remus will come into play and maybe partially Peter. As to the rest of your Questions you're just going to have to wait!
Thanx again for the review
O0InternationalSecrets0o
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General d'Ármee James Potier, or General to his inferiors, lounged about on a Sunday morning, reading the papers and congratulating himself on imminent success. He was accompanied by the General de Corps d'Ármee Sirius Black. Yet the two high ranking officials had known each other since birth, and simply referred to each other by their first names. Sirius' humorous, outgoing, and light personality contrasted well too James' passionate and sarcastic one. The two were inseparable, which was quite difficult for any foreign dignitaries to have a private conference with the revered General d'Ármee.
The previous day had been a milestone for the revolution. The new government felt comfortable enough in their position to allow most of those they had exiled back in to France, as long as they signed a document promising to obey the laws and officials of the National Assembly**.
Most agreed to sign the document, in hopes of seeing loved ones and a return to their prominent lives. One of those who were admitted back in, was Lady Nanette Jessamine Èvans.
It was that lazy Sunday that James Potier was taking a well deserved rest (or so HE thought) that he acquired a visit from the esteemed lady formally mentioned.
In a very businesslike manner, General James received the Lady and resolved to listen to what she had to say before sending Nanette on her way with false promises of the return of whomever of her relatives he had shoved in prison.
"General d'Ármee" She started in a regal manner she had been born with. "I wish to negotiate the return of my home, valuables, and my daughter."
He pretended to care about the location of her home, and was amused to hear that it was in front of that home he had received the scar high on his cheekbone, from the ring of a furious young woman. Yet he told all his soldiers it was a fierce battle wound, rather than a slap from a mere woman.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at James, for he had been at the Generals side, though in the shadows, and had seen the face of the woman who had hit the James so cleanly. Since then, he had assessed all women's beauty according to hers, but had found none who could match the mystery woman's air of confidence, the laugh in her eyes, or the shape of her lips.
Drawing himself out of his reverie, he listened just in time to here Lady Nanette speak about another woman she wanted out of prison, and wanted to claimed her because all her relatives were dead.
"Madame we need the names and ages of these two women you wish released from prison." Sirius said in an official manner.
"The two LADIES I want released from your hell holes." Nanette said, eyeing the General and his friend.
"You are no longer a Lady anymore MADAME." General James hissed.
"You are young and naïve." Nanette said, her eyes narrowed. "For all your airs, you know nothing about women. My daughter, our friend, and I shall continue using the titles we were born to, and whether you chose to acknowledge them at all is your own personal choice."
She stared them both down before continuing. "I wish the ladies Lilee Marguerite Isabelle Èvans and Thérèse Dominique Fleur Beurhanis to be released from your prisons." Pausing for a minute she maliciously added. "Alias Isabelle and Nicolette."
"We know of whom you speak." James said. "And of course we will release them.On conditions, of course."
Nanette raised her eyebrows. "Go on."
"The LADY Thérèse will be in constant surveillance, and will live at the manor of Sirius Black." James pointed to Sirius, who looked bewildered but none the less nodded ion approval. "And Lilee? She will stay with me. You may visit both young women whenever you chose."
Nanette saw the malice behind the general's eyes, and looked at him suspiciously.
"You must promise to me you will not lay a hand on them until and if they want you too."
Sirius blushed at this blunt remark from the small woman sitting in front of him and went down on one knee.
"I solemnly promise not to lay one finger on Lady Thérèse until and if she wants me to."
Nanette nodded at him and Sirius returned to his seat. Both looked pointedly at James.
"I am attracted to your daughter my lady." James began, and saw Nanette wince. "But," he finished gently. "I am a man of honor, and would never dream of forcing a woman into doing anything she did not want to. I solemnly give you my world that I shall not lay a hand on your daughter unless she wants me to."
Sirius slid a document that he had already signed to James, who scrawled his name on a line. James then glided it across the table to Nanette who, with a great flourish, signed Lily and Thérèse's fates forever.
** The National Assembly was the name for the Government of France.