#guest starring: Aglaé Ney

[le-brave-des-braves]

The card is completely black, but the words are written in an elegant shimmering ink. It is very cold to the touch, and signed with the seal of the Duke of Dalmatia. It simply reads:

What a҉ v̧èŗy ͞e̸nteŕt̛aining tưrn̡ of event͡s. My cond͟olenc̡es.͡ — ̣̳̙̼̟̹͓͎̟̭͈̠̤͍͝Rò̢į̴̵̖͖̘̘̩̣͈̰̞̪͍͈͈ ͏̴͈͓̮͜Ni̩͙̹͎̤͙c̡͓̘̘͖̪̥̮͖̣͖͔͠o̵͓̙̳̘͈̰͍̘l̶̹̗͘a͈̱̤̟̩̻͇͚̖͓̘͓ş̯̮͖͙̕

That idiot! First he wants to make peace and now he is mocking me?! Stupid motherf…

Aglaé: Language, mon amour.

…I’m sorry. I hope the boys didn’t hear it.

Aloys: Daddy wanted to say motherfucker!

Eugène: Daaad, what is a motherfucker?

Aglaé: …see?

[le-brave-des-braves]

*blows up pancakes with mind*

Qu’est ce que c’est ce merdier?!

Aglaé: Language my dear!

Léon: hehe! Dad said “merdier”!

Eugène: I’m sweet now! Nom! *proceeds to lick his hands now sticky with marmalade*

Come on, why is nobody here surprised that our damn desert just exploded? What’s wrong with you all?

[le-brave-des-braves]

There was a chateau in Coudreaux. A place she loved and cherished in her heart as much she loved the lively venues of Paris. But Paris belonged to the Emperor, the courtiers, the people. This chateau belongs to her and her husband and their four beautiful sons. Her heart skipped a beat when she finally heard the sound of horseshoes on the driveway and the wheels of the carriage. Of his carriage. She knew she was not the first nor the only woman in his life. But he always came home with that loving smile so unusual for him. Her Michel.

He stepped out of the carriage, and smiled as he saw those five figures - the tall one holding an infant and three small ones, his beloved sons.

Slow down! I’m not going anywhere! Oh my little men, are you trying to choke me?

He fell on the ground on purpose so his little sons could finally hug him. He is smiling as he saw the wide smile on his wife’s lips

Aglaé: I’m so happy you came home

So am I, ma chère. So am I…

[le-brave-des-braves]

I just want to leave an affectionate greeting to Madame Ney and ask her if she continues playing the piano.

Aglaé:

Cher anonyme,

Thank you for your lovely letter! Indeed, the piano is still an important part of my daily routine. I love to play for my husband now when he is home again.

My dear Michel is so restless, but I think that the music helps him to calm down. I hope he shall find peace soon. He deserves it after all the pain and injustices that he has been through.

Thank you for thinking about me and I wish you well

Yours

Aglaé Ney

[le-brave-des-braves]

Would you have liked to have a daughter?

Cher anonyme,

We certainly would, but we have been blessed by these four beautiful and healthy sons.

Aglaé: Maybe we will be lucky the next time.