↷ ALEXANDER LOUIS BONFILS ♚
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duke of normandie
- Her sudden rage shocked him but it also painfully reminded him of his dearest wife Lady Jeanne Marguerite Bonfils nee Maury. She had had much the same personality and had once blown into a sudden rage, much like this one, surrounded by people. The key difference was that they were not at court, but at their own estate. He remembered her white gold hair whipping around as she turned her head, her soft green eyes hardening with anger. They had argued fiercely, but in hushed whispers, over something he could not remember. They had, of course, made up, but that had been later that night. But this hurt more, for it was bringing back the memories of his beloved wife and their three children, their beautiful first born daughter Elisabeth with her soft copper hair, their miscarried baby who they had not known the gender, and their youngest son Jacques Nicolas with his dark lick of downy hair.
"I have already had many bad things happen to me in my life," Alexander seethed through gritted teeth. "I do not want you for my mistress; I already have plenty. I have lost a wife and three children, and I do not need you acting like her." How dare she act like she was his wife with her rage and words and warnings! How dare she look like his darling Jeanne when she was her age. How dare she act like they barely knew each other and then try to dictate his life! "My wife is lost to me and so is my daughter and my son and my baby whom I will never know the gender of. It would please me for you to be humble and silent." His voice was as cold as a river in winter, and his eyes narrowed in his own anger.


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