Pompadour

After what seems to be a coded letter sent out by riders from Louise in her coach, the woman would faint upon seeing a missive of Josephine when leaving Providence. 

“Sooooo… can I still have my feast?” 
The Baroness de Rosius asked her husband in a somewhat stoic tone.

Louise Antoinette completed her designs for the Courtier Palace quickly before it’s unveiling to the public. 
 

As the plans were complete, pieced together, and prepared for construction, she’d comment “brilliant I tell you, brilliant!”

1 minute ago, EmiliainWonderland said:

A young de Rosius came to assist her great aunt grandmother, handing a handkerchief over. 

Louise gently took the handkerchief, thanking her granddaughter. The woman promptly went inside, up the marble stairs, and into her room, collecting a goose-headed cane.

Now armed, she’d run downstairs to Holy Sir Edwin, cane in hand.

“I’d run.”

5 minutes ago, Guzr said:

Holy Sir Edwin tosses a rotten tomatoe in Louise' direction. 

[!] The tomato splattered on the ground, soiling Louise’s bustle gown.

“Are you for bloody real right now?” The angered woman’s head flipped around mechanically, a disgusted look on her face. 

21 minutes ago, sashimichopped said:

 

"Apologies Auntie but they can not be bastards when I am not of noble stock unlike you, Uncle Otis, Louis, Elara, Chloe and Hera. Afterall, it is your line and your step children their line that remains as noble. For I as a Holy Sir can not bastardize my children when I am not of noble stock and for even you to assume that my children are bastards is quite an insult." Holy Sir Philip responded as he marched into the chateau with the twins in his arms.

“I couldn’t give two f*cks if you are noble or not. You rushed a wedding within a month, probably to hide the fact that these children were already growing in this woman for four months already. Seems fishy, Holy Sir Fishlip.” Louise trotted into the Chateau behind him. 

Louise Antoinette winces slightly.

“How is it that they already have children? Were they not married more than four months ago? Those children were on the verge of bastardization… thank heavens for the couple for rushing that wedding…”

“Saint James… did the Orenian Emperor choose that name?”

Louise wondered as she treaded the halls of the de Rosius Chateau. 
“If so, it seems almost treasonous if that girl is going against his Imperial Majesty’s wishes. GOD bless her in her little endeavor..”

“Wretched woman. Thank GOD that her reign of terror is over. Perhaps someone actually progressive can run this palace.” Louise murmured as she crumpled the letter to the courtiers and thus threw it into the fireplace of her Redenford estate. 

Louise Antoinette, the baroness of Rosius, is disgraced by the first unfortunate event of her return from Banardia. 

Louise Antoinette de Rosius winced as she saw neither of her family's names on the invitation list.

"Disgraceful."

Victoria Pruvia-Albarosa scowls at her husband from the Seven Skies.

Louise Antoinette choked on her wine while looking at the missive of the rebuilt basilica. 

"For the love of GOD they made the house of GOD uglier! Can't anything be made to honor him correctly?"

The canonist woman whined before throwing the missive into the fire of her chateau.

“Huh- interesting…” Voiced an Auvergne Louise de Rosius. The young baroness took hold of her panniered, polonaised gown whilst holding the sheet of music in her right hand, and waltzed over to the piano in the ballroom of Château de Rosius. As the woman began to recite the piece, a smile crept upon her face. 

Louise Antoinette smiles. “NOW I’m invited to a wedding. Thank f*ck!”

She’d toss the missive aside. 

Johanna Antoinette Galbraith Pruvia-Albarosa gleams from her grave in Arcas. She’d applaud and cheer for her brother and sister in-law, Edward and Katherine Galbraith. 

Louise Antoinette simply rode along in her large stagecoach, and passed another coach on the road. A mere glimpse of what Louise had gotten of the other rider seemed to be a young woman. 

“Huh- seemed to look like Princess Amelia… She looks like she’s in a hurry…”

With that, Louise seemed calm and unstartled, riding the opposite way to Oren.

“At least some of these maidens aren’t becoming old maids!”

Louise Antoinette chuffed from Corazon.

Jeanne de Motte laughs upon her daughter reaching the gates of the Seven Skies. 
“Oh my dear Adalene - I would have never thought you’d die the way I did…”

Jeanne took hold of her yellow panniered gown, and trudged into the clouds of the Seven Skies with her daughter. 

Louise Antoinette scowls at the Potins print.

“GOD forbid I have children who would dare jump on the table. For the love of GOD those children and parents need a slap across the face, with the knuckles!”

Louise continued to read, looking at the marriage post, her scowl formed more, freezing her face in this unfortunate position.

Her stomach churned. 

“Oh. OH! They let her get married during the SOCIAL SEASON? And I was made to WAIT?!”

The woman angrily tore up the missive, letting out cries of agony! Louise rose instantly, throwing the torn pieces into the fireplace of Draskovic Hall. She herself stomped on the mirror floor, cracking it and destroying it more…

10 hours ago, Taketheshot said:

Joseph d'Azor shakes his head as he read the missive. "My goodness, you would think these rules would be extremely clear for any woman of the court, who needs this spelled out to them?" He questioned rubbing his chin. 

“Perhaps you should try a day as a woman then, where you will truly experience every single mannerism that we must all endure.” Louise Antoinette growled from afar.

“You fool!” Louise Antoinette yelled at her husband, Henry Draskovic. “We should have never signed that death decree of your uncle… I wasn’t even extended an invitation to my own friend’s wedding!” The viciously vulgar woman squealed in agony, running to her bedchamber and slamming the door shut. A window pane smashed on the doorjamb’s impact. 

Louise Antoinette reads over the announcement of the Social Season. “Holy sh*t that is a lot of people for the debut… More competition than when I had to make my debut…” She’d chortle, tossing the missive on her husband’s ornate desk. 

Louise Antoinette Halcourt has once again bought a new gown for the occasion, although the gown is reminiscent of the Petrine Era. Trying on this swagged, floral blue gown, she’d be ready for the ball.