Madeleine is beautiful, beauty to contend with Avalon's fae. She has long blonde hair, golden blonde with the fine consistency of corn silks, enormous, expressive brown eyes that show a full range of colors from the darkest chocolate to golden amber, delicate features carved of pale, unflawed flesh, her nose a trifle long but elegantly straight and narrow, lips that are full, soft, the lower lip just a trifle larger. She doesn’t smile much unless she is comfortable – a comfort which usually only appears when she’s alone. She’s tall, very slender, her curves more hinted at that than obvious. Delicate … yes, delicate. That’s the term that works best to describe her.
Madeleine was born at the end of her mother’s childbearing years, perhaps just past the time at which she should have been born. The next oldest child was almost 10 when she was born – and her mother died. The death of the Baroness was widely mourned and only the wet nurse to whom Madeleine had been given at birth cared about the girl. The Baron made sure that he’d given orders to take care of his last child, but after that, he essentially forgot her – or ignored her. So distant in age from her siblings, Madeleine grew up completely isolated from her family, having only seen her father a dozen times in her life and never having seen two of her older brothers.
The Baron and his children might have ignored Madeleine but her education came whether she liked it or not. She learned to read – but showed no interest in esoteric study. Mathematics? Only the basics. But she loved music, learned to play a lute passing fair and danced with grace and quiet elegance. However, her real talent seemed to be in needlework of the most intricate beauty. She wanted to create her own patterns, to draw and even paint but the painting was not considered a suitable activity for a lady of refinement.
Madeleine had never shown signs of rebellion until her painting was denied her. It hurt. It hurt more than she had imagined, so she managed to find the smallest brushes, the most delicate pots of color and she began to paint miniatures. Marta helped her to find supplies – and to hide them. She had real talent, her portraits capturing both the likeness of her subject and an amazing amount of personality.
Her life was quiet. She studied … well, she practiced a little music, danced a step or three, and then spent long hours with her needles and floss or with her brushes and pots of color. The locals realized that the young Lady du Lac could be approached if a child was sick or starvation was eminent. She always helped.
She has just turned 16 … time to be married and her father has decided it’s time for her to take place in society and be married off.
Madeleine's story begins in Une Beauté Rare.
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