A British Wanking in King Henry’s Court
1422: Domrémy, France
Isabelle Romée was a busy woman. The childrens’ clothes needed washing, dinner needed cooking, and various other household chores were also on this mother’s schedule. All of this coming before Marie’s[1] wedding tomorrow. In her occupation, Isabelle started wondering about the idleness of her daughter and if she could help with the chores. The more she though, the more reasonable it seemed. Hence:
“Joan, honey, can you come downstairs and help me with these infernal dishes?”
“But mom, I’m knitting a cute little hat for cousin Durand’s little baby. He’s soooo cute!”
“No. I need you more than that bundle of joy does. Come here.”
“Ughh. Fine, mom.”
And with that, Joan started out of her room. Sadly, the top stair was loose that particular day and became a tripping hazard that Joan’s foot refused to ignore. Joan tumbled down the staircase, but was amazingly unharmed, save her neck. Of course, this injury, a complete snapping of the spine, would prove to more than make up for the rest of them with its fatality.
Thus, on that day, Joan, the daughter of Jacques d’Arc, passed on from this world, and into the next.
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[1] Marie is not real to my knowledge, but Isabelle, Durand, and Jacques are.
I know it's short, but it may lead to great things.
French or other languages
English
*Thoughts*
1422: Domrémy, France
Isabelle Romée was a busy woman. The childrens’ clothes needed washing, dinner needed cooking, and various other household chores were also on this mother’s schedule. All of this coming before Marie’s[1] wedding tomorrow. In her occupation, Isabelle started wondering about the idleness of her daughter and if she could help with the chores. The more she though, the more reasonable it seemed. Hence:
“Joan, honey, can you come downstairs and help me with these infernal dishes?”
“But mom, I’m knitting a cute little hat for cousin Durand’s little baby. He’s soooo cute!”
“No. I need you more than that bundle of joy does. Come here.”
“Ughh. Fine, mom.”
And with that, Joan started out of her room. Sadly, the top stair was loose that particular day and became a tripping hazard that Joan’s foot refused to ignore. Joan tumbled down the staircase, but was amazingly unharmed, save her neck. Of course, this injury, a complete snapping of the spine, would prove to more than make up for the rest of them with its fatality.
Thus, on that day, Joan, the daughter of Jacques d’Arc, passed on from this world, and into the next.
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[1] Marie is not real to my knowledge, but Isabelle, Durand, and Jacques are.
I know it's short, but it may lead to great things.
French or other languages
English
*Thoughts*
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