A young girl is back at home, combing her long hair and relaxing after the signing of the Treaty of Peronne between her bosses and France's.

(( Link: Treaty of Peronne between Prince Honore of Monaco and King Louis XIII of France.

not sure of what will be in store for her from now on, after having become a French protectorate. . . sigh.

does not think this will be such a bad thing, oui?~

certainly hopes that it'll bring benefits to her citizens and it won't turn out to be a mistake from her boss, or anything!...

why she would think it's a mistake. He's quite hurt about that, you know...

didn't mean to offend. She just isn't sure of what may happen after the treaty, but does hope it'll be good.

that's quite alright. And with him, everything can only go uphill, right?~

admits that he is a rising power in the European scenario, so it is a very convenient treaty. It better stays that way, hmmm?

chuckles. But of course.~ Nothing will keep him down. Not even that... -mumble- annoying Angleterre.

shakes her head and listens to his mumbles, still combing the hair that she so lovingly takes care of.

just get a little worked up about England and is now continuing to mumble a little angrily under his breath.

rolls her eyes at that. Of course she knows well about England, but does he need to bring him up so... frequently in times like this?

now sort of just... gloomily sulking in his own little corner.

stops the grooming work, then brings him a glass of water. "Maybe this will help you relax, France...?"

blinks and looks up, taking the water gratefully. "Ah... merci, ma cherie..." He finishes the whole thing in two gulps. "Je suis désolé... I

ah, momentarily distracted."

just sighs. "I believe you. I did help you in that English channel campaign some centuries ago, remember?"

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.... somehow does not want to be reminded of that and goes back to sulking.

sighs. What a weird man! "May I ask why are you thinking of such things right now, France...?"

just sulks and grumbles a little more. "Parce que je sens comme il..."

shakes her head, not sure of what to tell him. She tentatively touches his forehead, wondering about his well-being...

just sighs, but feels a little better at the feminine touch! They always make everything better!~ "Ah... sorry... I am fine now."

smiles despite herself and her worries. "My pleasure, monsieur. I suppose that all of the last day's workload is getting to us?"

nods and laughs weakly. "Oui, I suppose... I should.. just not think of that man and I will be fine!"

lets out a sigh. "Yes. We worked very hard on all of this, so we deserve some rest and leisure right now."

all about rest and leisure, and he sighs a little more happily now. "And you, ma cherie? You are alright with these events?"

a little thoughtful as she hears him. "This... well it is a great change for me. I hope it will work for the best of my land, monsieur."

shakes his head. "Ah, ever so formal. You really are like a princess.~" He sits up now, feeling much better. "Onward to the future, and

all that, oui?~"

can't help blushing in pride when he calls her "princess", smiling more. "Oui. I'll always give all effort to any cause of mine, monsieur"

"That's very good." He always did admire that spirit in anyone... because sometimes he himself lacks it. "Well then, I suppose we should

have a quick tour of the land, if you wish, ma princesse?"

nods at him. "I'd be very honored, indeed."

stands up then and takes her hand. "I shall arrange a carriage for us. You will not be disappointed."

gets up as well, not letting go of his hand. "I'm ready, monsieur."

takes her down the castle and pauses by her new room. "Would you like to change into something more comfortable, mademoiselle?"

nods. "If I'm gonna go out with you, then I shall look good, hmmm?"

laughs. "Very true, but you always look good, ma belle princesse." He leads her to the door. "I shall wait outside... unless you want me to

help you pick out some cloths?

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a little bashful about it. "I... I can deal with this myself. Thank you, and I will be done soon."

pouts a little at the lost opportunity but nevertheless, waits outside. "Look on your bed first, ma cherie.~" Oh yes, a surprise, maybe.

turned after closing the door. "Oh...", she murmurs as she sees the beautiful dress laid on the bed. One definitely for a princess...

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just laughs softly to himself, hearing that small murmur. "Are you sure you don't want any help putting it on?~"

it over. She wouldn't like to ruin that dress, so maybe a bit of help from an "expert" won't hurt. She hopes.

"I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I monsieur...?" And the door opens a little.

inwardly cackles a little and all but pushes the door open as he lets himself in. He makes his way over to the dress immediately. "I do

hope it's to your size, ma princesse.~" Then he starts fumbling through her closet for a corset.

makes an effort to not sigh, then slowly and carefully tries undoing her own dress's buttons and ties to not lose time...

finally finds it and turns back to her, running over to her and continuing the rest of what she's started. As he pulls the dress away, he

stares up and down at her. "Oui, oui, your figure is most exquisite.~ I would think it would be more beautiful without anything on...

wouldn't you agree?"

blushes some more. Her figure isn't exactly full and she's also extremely short, but she hope she'll keep growing strong and --

beautiful. "I... I'm most thankful for the compliment. I mean it."

"But, of course." He gives her a small bow before attaching the corset, tying it not-too-tightly behind her; whatever she says, her figure

quite nice and slim. "Not too tight, oui?"

a little out of breathe, but she will live. She wants to be elegant and beautiful and this is nothing, she swears. "It's all tight, eh,--

--right, do not worry about me."

looks a little worried for a second, but nods. He walks on over to the dress and slowly allows her to manoeuvre herself into it.

slowly getting used to the corset, and soon she's carefully stretching the long skirt of the dress as a last touch. "How does it look, hm?"

just smiles and lets her do as she pleases, before he takes her hand and pulls her gently in front of a mirror. "See for yourself."

looks at her own reflection, blue eyes going wide at the view. "Like a princess. . ."

"As I envisioned." With her hand in his, he gives her a bow, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. "I do have quite a knack for this, do

I not? I picked this out myself."

can't help smiling at that, letting him kiss her hand. "I'm most thankful...".

waves his hand with a flourish. "Anything for ma princesse." He steps towards the door. "Shall we?"

makes a curtsy. "We shall go... mon grand frère"

"Of course." Leading her down the stairs and outside, he makes his way with her towards the carriage. Opening the door for her, he allowed

her to step inside and make sure he dress isn't rumpled.

follows him, being careful to not step on her dress. If she wants to be like a princess, she'll start by acting alike, at least in public...

enters the carriage after her and closes it shut, and it immediately moves. He smiles at her. "Very good, ma princesse.~ A little rough, but

with a little training, you will get used to it."

stretches her long (and kinds heavy) skirt as he speaks, nodding. "I said I'd do my best, and it includes this as well."