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Name Claire Moulin
Age 22
Born Feb 17th 1760 Sexuality Queer
Occupation Servant PB Maikaze Rira
Born Feb 17th 1760 Sexuality Queer
Occupation Servant PB Maikaze Rira
About.
They were the miller's girls, her little sister and she, but then the epidemic hit and the miller died, leaving them with only a mother in no state to care for them who, a year later, would also pass. Now they only had each other, Claire and Fleur, the miller's children, and they had no mill to run anymore either, it had been sold to pay off debts.
To save her 14-year-old sister from having to do the heaviest labour, Claire sought a position as maid at Versailles, where more hands were always needed, and because she wasn't trained in serving royalty, they let her tend to the stables at the Petit Trianon where the Queen would only occasionally visit, while Claire slowly learned the trade. Her sister, meanwhile, worked as a seamstress with a tailor who let her sleep in the attic room above the shop, whereas Claire slept in the servant quarters at the palace. They tried to make time to see each other, the miller's children, but time was most often a luxury they couldn't afford.
In my thoughts, Claire would write her in the flickering light from a single candlestick, I'm with you. That had to be enough.
A year and a half went by that way, then the miracle occurred. Claire was herding their flock of sheep into the shed for the night, when she ran into a frail, petite woman with a baby in her arms, hair loose down her back and her garments thin. It was the Queen. This meeting at dusk should become the beginning of a curious friendship that would last for as long as neither of them had anyone else to turn to. Marie-Antoinette not her lover and Claire not her sister. That would be the strange year between 1782 and 1783, the year when the Dauphin was just a newborn, the Dauphine a toddler - and the Queen of France as well as her shepherding maidservant were waiting for others to re-enter their lives.
To save her 14-year-old sister from having to do the heaviest labour, Claire sought a position as maid at Versailles, where more hands were always needed, and because she wasn't trained in serving royalty, they let her tend to the stables at the Petit Trianon where the Queen would only occasionally visit, while Claire slowly learned the trade. Her sister, meanwhile, worked as a seamstress with a tailor who let her sleep in the attic room above the shop, whereas Claire slept in the servant quarters at the palace. They tried to make time to see each other, the miller's children, but time was most often a luxury they couldn't afford.
In my thoughts, Claire would write her in the flickering light from a single candlestick, I'm with you. That had to be enough.
A year and a half went by that way, then the miracle occurred. Claire was herding their flock of sheep into the shed for the night, when she ran into a frail, petite woman with a baby in her arms, hair loose down her back and her garments thin. It was the Queen. This meeting at dusk should become the beginning of a curious friendship that would last for as long as neither of them had anyone else to turn to. Marie-Antoinette not her lover and Claire not her sister. That would be the strange year between 1782 and 1783, the year when the Dauphin was just a newborn, the Dauphine a toddler - and the Queen of France as well as her shepherding maidservant were waiting for others to re-enter their lives.
First impressions.
Visual. Tall, slender girl with dark blonde hair and dark eyes. Generally of a smiling disposition, but just all in all very emoting.
Fashion. Versailles servant's uniform as a rule, otherwise the cheapest of commoner's clothes.
Demeanor. Mild and soft-spoken. Hardworking and determined. Protective. Loving.
Aural. French, country dialect.
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