Hôtel de Lassay, Paris, 1852
(Joint IC with @Michaelangelo and @Eid3r)
The Princess of Armentières had returned from her mediterranean cruise in the wake of the June Days. Luckily for her, the Hôtel de Lassay was still standing, undamaged, a virtual bastion of privilege in the heart of Paris. She wore a beautiful gown of pink silk that day, which suited very well her general happiness. It is with a large smile that she arrived in the dining room, where the Prince de Guéméné and the President of the Republic were enjoying one of their late night session, with good bottles already close to being empty.
“Philippe. My dear cousin. How do you both fare on this lovely day?”
“Excellent.” Philippe replied, a sense of calm over him, far greater than that which was during his election or first tenure. “I have really taken a liking to Saint-Cloud, the walks in the gardens, the evening entertaining, the sheer relaxation.” A smirk forming on Philippe’s lips as he looked at Amélie, “A worthy gift from a grateful French people to their First President.”
Amélie accepted a glass of rhenish wine from a servant as she sat at the table. “I always knew the people would take such a liking to you Philippe. You were a young man loving horseback riding that I already knew you would excel and exceed the legacy of your brother” she quipped. “I have received the most curious letter Philippe, and given that Louis is in Austria, I believe it concerns you most directly.”
“I hope it is good news,” Louis de Rohan said, taking a sip of wine and acknowledging his cousin with a nod. “I think we are due some after recent events.”
“But Louis, who are we to break such a wonderful cycle of grief.” Philippe asked, the smirk staying as strong as ever as he looked over at his sister-in-law, “I take it he has settled well, I know the weather in Vienna can be as dreadful as their company, but it has its charm.”
“Louis is forever grateful of the interest you have shown him, my dear brother. But tonight, a letter arrive and it concerns your beloved niece, Charlotte. It is from a prospective suitor, an unlikely one. Monsieur de Bonaparte wishes to engage in courtship with Charlotte. Would you say it is an interesting opportunity, or the latest misfortune in your cycle?”
Rohan choked on his latest sip of wine, gagging for a moment as the liquid went down the wrong hole. He really needed to stop drinking while others were talking. “Are we talking about the Monsieur Bonaparte?”
“The one and only” answered Amélie. She produced the letter and gave it to her cousin Rohan. “Such an attractive man, I must say I almost hope the subject of the letter was intended to me rather than to Charlotte. But this is certainly more political than anything.”
One could not help but wonder if Rohan was going to ruin his shirt once again, he did look like a bit of a mess as he left Saint-Cloud. “He is certainly something, I suppose one could say he is attractive.” Philippe gave Amélie, not entirely sure if he was agreeing with such a sentiment. “It’s seems Bonaparte is more desperate than I would have thought.”
Rohan scowled, putting down his wine glass for now. “This is nothing more than a blatant attempt to feed off the legacy of Armentières.” He looked over at his cousin Amélie. “I hope you have no plans to consider this offer?”
“I would certainly accept with much delight to feed of his rather large legacy” thought Amélie, suppressing the urge of saying something scandalous. “I have naught but the welfare of my daughter at heart. Could such a match further her prospects? I must say that I am distraught that at 25, she has been rather short of suitors.” answered the princess.
“A struggle all parents must live through,” Rohan said with a sigh before adding, “at least those families that count themselves amongst the nobility.” The Prince leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “You cannot believe the struggle I’ve gone through to arrange a match for my eldest son, Beau. Not so much as a reply over the course of two years. At least he’s preoccupied with his military career, so finding him a wife is not so pressing a matter yet.”
“It is this spirit of republicanism, I tell you. It is like a curse as been thrown on the noblest of families with the abolition of our titles. Oh Philippe, can you not do something about that?” answered Amélie, taking a sip of her wine. “I am of no mind on this proposal for Bonaparte, but I can discern some benefits should he maintain himself in the public opinion.”
“He is a man with a great reputation, but not a penny to his name, or property for that matter. That is, no property other than which his mistress has granted him.” Philippe replied, not particularly amused about the match the more he thought about it. “I would rather not see my niece destitute after what is to follow. I believe that the restoration of the monarchy is all be assured, and it shan't be an Imperial Restoration.”
“Your brother had not a penny to his name when I agreed to marry him, over the objection of my parents. Last I have looked back, life has not been so unkind to me afterward, wouldn’t you agree, brother?”
“He may possess a great reputation, but is it one you wish your family to be associated with?” Rohan asked. “Keep in mind all that his family has done to France, no, all of Europe. I certainly have not forgotten.”
“Henri had something which Bonaparte shall never have.” Philippe replied, smiling most kindly to his sister-in-law who sought to disagree with him.
Amélie shot back an answer to her cousin Rohan. “I shall never forget. But in this house, we have always refused to visit the sins of the father upon the son, or in this case, the sins of the uncle upon the nephew. Should we derogate from this maxim, I wonder what they will say about my beloved Henri.” She then turned her gaze toward Philippe. “None shall ever compete with Henri, for he was my one true love and I shant love another with such passion. This being said, I am undecided. I assume Charlotte must have a say in the matter, for it is her future. But I do wonder where Bonaparte is going with such an offer...”
“Out the door from whence he came with it.” Philippe replied, without doubt in his voice this time. “You may be undecided, but for this I am not, and Charlotte must have a say, but not in this matter.” Philippe said firmly as he took a sip from the wine, “It would be a marriage of potential disaster for our family, it is not a good match. Two years ago, perhaps, but not today. Bonaparte at best would be President and she would be a First Lady. He has no property, you had, he has no wealthy father who can secure his future, Henri had. It is a poor match, no matter if he has potential. It's too bare, not to mention far too risky prior to this election, an election that could make or break both him and the monarchy.” Philippe sighed briefly, “Or would you have Louis give up his inheritance so that Bonaparte could provide for himself?”
“What say you, my dear cousin” asked Amélie.
“I must agree with Philippe, more for the political dangers than the economic ones,” Rohan said. “We do not know where Bonaparte intends to head, and he may well lead Charlotte down a dangerous path. It would not do to be close to the head of such a controversial political movement, let alone one in opposition to the monarchists. I also fear that it would provide Bonaparte with political fodder to use against us. Marrying the daughter of Armentières, one of the June Monarchy’s most prestigious figures, could be used to cripple the monarchist movement or at least force away some of our support.”
“It is almost settled then. But I shall consult with Charlotte. It is her life we are speaking of after all. She, as any of us, is entitled to her decision, her risks and potentially, her mistakes.”
Philippe finished his glass as he stood up, “She is not. Not in this matter, unless she wishes to run away to England with him. Regardless of her choices and wishes, it is also our duty to ensure that she does not throw her life away.” Philippe sighed once again, “Besides, I heard there is a very appealing match for her, whose last name isn't Bonaparte.”
Amélie, never one to back away from an argument, fired back. “When I married your brother, I was told I was throwing my life away, that it was a mistake. When you launched your campaign for the presidency, the whole of Paris told you it was a mistake. You will excuse me, but Charlotte shall decide, for in this family, mistakes seems to be rather good omen.”
She rose, finishing her glass, and headed toward the exit. She did turn, however “Who would that match of yours be, exactly?”
“A rich young man, early twenties with plenty of estates and a Princely title, the next Duc de Montbazon.” Philippe’s smirk slightly returned as he looked to both of them, Philippe going up to Amélie “The decision with Bonaparte is final, but do sit down, there is plenty to talk about.”
Rohan raised an eyebrow at Philippe’s statement. He had not even thought of such a thing, for he was so close to Amélie and her family that it would be almost like pairing his own children together. Yet his overtures to the Queen Mother of Spain had been ignored and he was getting antsy about securing his family’s legacy. He wasn’t getting any younger, and he wished to ensure the continuation of his line. Perhaps it seemed a foolish thing to focus on, but if there was one thing he cared most about accomplishing before he died, it was securing his family’s future. “I must admit, such thoughts have not crossed my mind before, but I find myself struggling to secure my son’s future. I wish the best for my son.” He looked over at Amélie as she stood by the door. “As you surely wish the best for your daughter.”
Amélie looked amicably to her cousin. “We are both looking for the best for our children. But Philippe, before tossing possible matches in the air in such fashion, do remind yourself that my beloved cousin’s mother is my uncle’s daughter. We are far too close a kin for such a match for our children.”
“Its close, no doubt, but not impossible by any degree.” Philippe reassured her, “It is either right on the edge of being allowed as it stands, and as such we simply must have a Bishop given dispensation.”
“Yes Philippe, it is all as simple as signing a decree or writing to a Bishop.” said Amélie as she left the room.
“I suppose it is something to think about,” Rohan said as Amélie departed. “I would hope it would be considered less scandalous than marrying a Bonaparte, at least.”
“Worry not, I will speak with Amélie, thinking about it it should be fine, the law prohibits within fourth degree, I believe that your children would either be fifth or sixth degree in relation.” Philippe refilled his glass as his finished his sentence. “They are second cousins, which is allowed.”
Rohan tentatively took a sip of wine, having left the drink unattended for the duration of the conversation. He was relieved to finally down some of it without spitting it back up in shock. Such waste of wine that way. “There is no need to worry about such things. I would consider the possibility of a match with Bonaparte the greater threat than any suggestions of incest. In the end, I would never dare force Amélie’s hand. If she wishes her daughter to have a say, then so be it.”
“Just don't tell her that.” The young President smiled, as was getting ready to leave for Saint-Cloud, “So.” Philippe let it hang in the air, “Think I could convince them to give me the Château for my services to France?” He asked, half in jest and half serious.
Rohan rose from his seat, feeling the conversation near its end. “I think a lovely estate is the least you deserve for everything we’ve been put through.” As he walked with Philippe towards the door, he smirked and added, “They should be crowning me Duke of Brittany for the years of my life they’ve drained from me with all these republican antics.”