Post by Christine Daaé on Mar 27, 2013 7:04:02 GMT -5
((Note: She was actually accepted on February 29th, however, in her timeline, she arrived on March 24th))
It was the twenty-fourth of March, and Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week. Christine had made her way down to the little chapel there in the Manor for a time of quiet reflection, not only because of the religious holiday on this day, but also because of the other thing that this date marked… It was exactly one year ago to the day that she had first arrived there at the strange Manor she now begrudgingly called ‘home.’
She sighed as she knelt there on the little prayer bench and looked up around her at the room that she’d come to take so much comfort in since she’d come. It had been a sort of safe-haven to her, and had been where her wedding had taken place. So many memories lay within the walls of this room. She recalled the state in which it had been when she had first arrived. It was nothing at all like what it was now, thanks to herself and to a few of the other residents there at the manor, primarily Monsieur Raoul Christophe de Chagny, Monsieur Erik Lavalais, and Madame Christine Emilie de Chagny.
It was difficult to believe that a year had passed already. So much had happened in that short year though, both good and bad. She was only happy now that things finally seemed to be weighing out for the better, despite her still constant longing to return to her home in Paris, and to see her homelands yet again. She wasn’t sure if she ever would be able to now.
She sighed again and turned her eyes forward, gazing fixedly upon the altar at the East-most side of the chapel. A bit of sunlight poured in from the small windows near the top of the wall, and she closed her eyes, savoring their warmth upon her face. Even if she couldn’t go back to the home she knew and loved, at least she’d found a new home to come back to and to start her new family… Until they could afford to get their own home outside of the Manor walls, at least.
It was the twenty-fourth of March, and Palm Sunday, the beginning of Holy Week. Christine had made her way down to the little chapel there in the Manor for a time of quiet reflection, not only because of the religious holiday on this day, but also because of the other thing that this date marked… It was exactly one year ago to the day that she had first arrived there at the strange Manor she now begrudgingly called ‘home.’
She sighed as she knelt there on the little prayer bench and looked up around her at the room that she’d come to take so much comfort in since she’d come. It had been a sort of safe-haven to her, and had been where her wedding had taken place. So many memories lay within the walls of this room. She recalled the state in which it had been when she had first arrived. It was nothing at all like what it was now, thanks to herself and to a few of the other residents there at the manor, primarily Monsieur Raoul Christophe de Chagny, Monsieur Erik Lavalais, and Madame Christine Emilie de Chagny.
It was difficult to believe that a year had passed already. So much had happened in that short year though, both good and bad. She was only happy now that things finally seemed to be weighing out for the better, despite her still constant longing to return to her home in Paris, and to see her homelands yet again. She wasn’t sure if she ever would be able to now.
She sighed again and turned her eyes forward, gazing fixedly upon the altar at the East-most side of the chapel. A bit of sunlight poured in from the small windows near the top of the wall, and she closed her eyes, savoring their warmth upon her face. Even if she couldn’t go back to the home she knew and loved, at least she’d found a new home to come back to and to start her new family… Until they could afford to get their own home outside of the Manor walls, at least.
