“The legend begins with Louis DuPont - your Grandfather.” She’d say softly, her old shaking hands carding through Olivia’s hair. “At the time, an aging Duke who took a ride on his horse around the lake just below the town to ponder all things he had devoted his time to and to whom he should pass on his wealth and fortune to when the time came for him to pass.
His eldest- Joel, was frivolous and immature. Although he wanted to trust all that he had built to his son, he found his mind wandering to darkened futures. Troubled by this Louis pulled the horse to a stop, hoping to reach a conclusion before the night was out.
As the moon began to rise in the sky, and eerie fog crawled its way across the lake, and an object began to rise from the blackened water, the light of the moon glinting over it. The Duke stood, his hand reaching for his blade as he called out to the creature to reveal itself. The object rose further from the murky depths and it became evident it was the blade of a sword, rising from the deep. His eyes widened as it came forth, held upright by a spectral woman, dripping and glistening in the moonlight, he went to take a step back but found himself frozen in place. She was dressed in a deep red gown, the crest of DuPont sewn delicately onto a drenched silken handkerchief she held in her right hand-“
The story would always be cut short by Coralie’s shrieking laughter as she ran into the throne room, swiftly followed by the maids, chasing her with towels and nightclothes and hairbrushes and books, trying to tempt her back to her tower, back to bed. She, as usual, would have none of it, her chubby cheeks pulling into a wide excited grin as she’d collapse onto the floor with all our cousins and excitedly announced as if we hadn’t all heard the legend a thousand times “And she said – “
“ - She said, DuPont’s who don’t sleep when they’re told to –“ Grandmother would then have to interject sternly, Nicholas would always be sat on her lap when she told the story, she’d remove him now to stand.
“ –Nobody else is sleeping!-”
“-Everybody else is older than y–“
“Can I stay just till the end of the story? Please?”
She’d get her way, in the end. Jump between Francis and Olivia where they lay and throw her arms around her sister. It used to annoy Olivia to high hell, the same happened every night, she never listened, always was too wild for the second daughter of a Duke.
Always half a foot in crazy.
Too obsessed with legends and princesses for the second daughter of a Duke.
Olivia was in the courtyard, where the woman could almost always be found at the top of the keep. She enjoyed the feel of the sun and the sounds of her birds as they flitted and tweeted about the area. She reminisced on the story that their grandfather used to tell and then their grandmother when he had passed. Simpler times despite being children and all of their various antics. She sometimes thought of those days, when there were fewer responsibilities and she and her cousins and sister could just be and enjoy life together.
Olivia was soon pulled from her thoughts as a servant entered the courtyard, clearing their throat to get her attention.
“Yes?” She inquired as she looked up to them.
“It is ah, your sister Lady-Reine Coralie. She arrived here and was acting a bit strange, she said she was headed to her room. I sent another to check on her and she is nowhere to be found. She was mumbling something about her husband. The staff are most concerned, there are rumours that her mind has been taken by the Wicked!”
Olivia gave a slow nod as she tried to not let the concern show on her face, the woman rising quickly from her chair as she went to head through the keep. First going to her sister’s tower of a room to see if there were any clues of where the woman might have gone. Or if she could spot her from the windows.
“It appears she is headed toward the Lake”
The servant who had been sent to follow Coralie stood at one of the windows, pointing to where the blonde could be seen winding through the paths and headed toward the fabled lake. Olivia noted even from a distance the attire that her sister wore seemed a bit odd, but that was no matter at the moment. She turned on her heel, tearing through the keep and out the doors, through the gates as she rushed to see what was up with her sister. Why the woman was wandering Lisela in a zombie-like state.