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Post by Dewey on Oct 16, 2008 9:34:56 GMT -5
August 28. 2007
Ara Levenworth is so frustrating! She is impolite, insulting, and uncouth. I hope she isn't that rude with her supervisors, or else she is in for a very rude awakening. Respect is almost a virtue. Some people believe respect must be earned, but my beliefs are different. It is my opinion that you should be respectful toward others regardless of how they treat you. For example, when Gaetane made her disturbing comments about certain things, I didn't snap or retaliate with my own comments. I maintained my composure, and continued to treat her like a lady (though she very well is far from it, and I know she is my mother, but I'm only being honest! There is no class in her profession, I'm afraid to say). Ara thinks I act like a spoiled child? Though I beg to differ, I would say 'deal with it' all the same! That gives her no right or excuse to snap at me or to belittle me.
If anything, it's very...disagreeable. And I'm easily offended, so her words.. well, they hurt. A few days ago, she told me no one cares that I'm the prince of France, and I don't think she realized just how much that troubled me. I wanted to whine to Jackie about it, but she would've told me the same things: that my name is not out there as much just because people haven't gotten to know me yet. But what if they don't care even after I put my name out there? What if I can never meet their expectations? What if I'm nowhere near half the king that father is!
I tried, only to have threats made on my life in another country! And in light of recent kidnappings, I just have no wish to leave the palace. What does she honestly expect? For me to fraternize with commoners? To actually stroll the streets and shake hands with people? Do you know the percent of people who don't wash their hands periodically?? I'm like Prince Alexei! I have a weakness, and it just happens to be cleanliness. Surely I shouldn't be persecuted for it!
I don't understand where all her hostiliy is coming from; that's all. I thanked her for the rescue mission, didn't I? I gave her a tour of the training room. I took her out to Chez Blanc to show my gratitude. Yes, I know she's now stuck with me 24/7, but it isn't that horrible an experience.... is it?
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Post by Dewey on Oct 16, 2008 9:35:39 GMT -5
August 30. 2007
This is astounding. They love me! The people of France love me. Well, perhaps love is too strong a word, but they do admire my 'Everyman' plight against the injustices of rags & riches barriers. It's unfortunate mother and father were originally given a villainous role in the whole tale, but it only served to win me more support from my subjects. Who knew the nation of France could be so simply won over. They didn't care about Seth's speech before the Royal Council; they didn't care when I visited Sudan to spend time with refugees. No, they divert their attention toward me merely because I begin dating a non-royal, much to the chagrin of the Royal D'Aubigne traditions! Naturally, I had to tell Ara this charade must continue! She's getting two very expensive guns out of this, so of course there's no reason for her to protest, and honestly, I don't mind what the charade entails myself. I didn't mind holding her hand Besides, it's just business, right?
In other news, Jackie is dating her bodyguard as well--but of course, she actually is dating him. This I almost suspected before throwing the idea away as ridicolous. However, I should apparently always trust me instinct! She is happy, and it's what she wants, so I've no reason to protest. I know I originally might have done just that, though. Unfortunately, I'm very much like mother as much as I despise her (and as much as she despises me--do not be fooled by how 'motherly' she might act; at least I know why she cares little for me--I'm not her real son!) But in any regard, I should be more accepting of France's people. Perhaps I feel this way because I've realized my bloodlines are, in fact, not royal in the least. I am just another Frenchman, and could easily be in the working class myself. Instead, I was blessed in this high position for such a time as this--when 'my people' (the triple helix) should need my help. Like Moses, or even Esther.
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Post by Dewey on Oct 16, 2008 9:36:21 GMT -5
September 11. 2007
I thought Ara might be able to persuade her supervisor that telling father about my adoption would not be in the family's best interest. Especially not in my best interest. I was sure it would destroy the household, and that father would be so disappointed his heir was not of blood relation to him. I felt as if I could foresee myself being exiled from the royal house (of course, I never really had the premonition, but I daydreamed it often). However, Charles did not heed Ara's advice. He indeed told my father, and now he knows. He knows the blood that runs through my veins is not at all similar to his. Our ancestors are not the same, our surname is not the same, and though I fit in quite well with my family as far as appearances go, our genes are wildly different.
It doesn't help my genes even take a step further and mutate to form triple helixes and extra bases. "A constant state of evolution". That phrase is always on my mind. Sometimes I think about what's going on inside me. Is my DNA that unstable? Are its bases really changing that sporadically? And of course, they are. It makes me wonder what Seth's abilities are, assuming he has any (which he must). In any regard, father knows everything. He knows about Seth, Shiloh, and Sean Lewis. The three S's, if you will. He knows I've met my mother already. He even knows I bear the triple helix DNA.
And yet, I am still his son, and I am still his heir. I have never felt greater honor in my life.
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Post by Dewey on Oct 16, 2008 9:36:38 GMT -5
Ara is absolutely frustrating. I'm tired of her and Charles and the entire NSA using puppet strings with my family. Who do they think they are? They can't just order me about and say "don't do this" and "don't do that." Jacqueline and I made a decision that we felt was in the best interest of our people. She sees things from a human rights point of view, and I see things from the perspective of one who has the triple helix. Ara and Charles and their little camaraderie of "professionals" can preach to me all they want, but I will not wait around while graying council members bicker back and forth about the dogma's of French government. This can't wait. Something has to be done now. A thousand people were abducted from their homes, arrested, and quarantined in research labs. Some were put under anesthesia, after which they would've been cut up and studied. Fortunately, Ara and I arrived in time. Granted, the agency was only minutes behind us, but still. I witnessed those things. I felt the gravity of the situation in that moment. For too long now, I've tried to deny who I am... what I am. I can't any longer. People like me need my help. They need someone who sits in a position of power to call out this foulplay, prosecute those who've acted wrongly, and restore their rights as civilians of Auvernha. So no, I will not recant my statement, Charles, and I will not cancel my press meetings with the major newspapers of France. If you want to put me under house arrest, then do it. I don't care. Nothing you do will hold me back anyhow.
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Post by Dewey on Oct 22, 2008 9:01:54 GMT -5
I have no words to describe how I feel right now. I proposed to Ara, and she rejected. I'll admit, it was perhaps stupid on my behalf. Considering we were never dating. I suppose I always just assumed we were... So this all just falls on me in the end. For being absurd. Jackie insists that I move past Ara, for any number of reasons. She's emotionally shut off, I deserve better, etc etc. But I care for Ara, and I've never cared for someone like that before. And yes, she is emotionally cut off, but I felt she was truly starting to come around. And yes, she is... and assasin, but... for that matter, aren't I? I did kill Sean Lewis...
*sigh* This past year, for me, has been laden with troubles. Just when things finallly start to turn in my favor by way of the throne, of peace at last, of favor among the people of France... this happens. She seemed intent on simply moving past the issue, too. Perhaps she doesn't realize how humiliating it is for a proposal to be rejected. I didn't want to argue with her, though, and I didn't want to lose her friend. So I simply excused myself and informed her she had the rest of the week off (which she doesn't). But how can I possibly even face her again? It may be fine on her behalf, but I wouldn't be able to think about anything but the proposal.
Jackie intends on helping me find another, and the annual (and ridicolous) ball celebrating my 22nd birthday is approaching. Royals from all across the globe will be in attendance. I wish I didn't have to be..
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Post by Dewey on Dec 1, 2008 11:48:35 GMT -5
I take Jacqueline's advice concerning my need to move past Ara, but then she criticizes the one I do move on to. Well, perhaps criticize is much too strong a word. I know she dislikes Audrey, though. Audrey Van de Broeck-De Wilde. Frmo the royal family of Belgium. We were re-acquainted at the ball celebrating my 22nd birthday. Jackie fears Audrey is more preoccupied with my proximity to the throne than anything else. I'll admit, though the idea hadn't even crossed my mind, it now concerns me as well. I simply can't read her mind though. How rude that would be. I'm a gentleman. I can't just read a young lady's mind. I don't even read Ara's, as tempting as it is. All right, so I've read Ara's mind before. But I don't make a regular habit of it!
Anyway. What are Audrey's intentions? I haven't the slightest idea. I decided to lie to her about the throne. I told her I would be renouncing my claim--that I had already renounced it, actually. She was surprised, of course, and tried to persuade me otherwise. But does this really mean she was only in it for that? Any sane person would try to persuade a would-be king otherwise, wouldn't they? Jackie thinks she's merely trying to be polite. I suppose I'll only be able to tell if she declines invitations once I'm back in France and she in Belgium.
How frustrating. How do royals possibly find relationships? It was quite easy for Jackie and Vanni. Neither had any intention of pursuing a relationship. It just happened. And I know he cares little about the potential of being a royal. He cares about Jackie, and only wants to make her happy. Ridicolous. Philippe's paramour, Bianca Tagliatti, obviously wants the spotlight, though. I don't know who Sasha is dating these days, but I'll admit--whoever she's dating probably cares more about something else than the throne.
I look forward to reading what the Enquirer has to say about my forsaking the D'Aubigne's this past Thanksgivind weekend though. It should be a splendid read, undoubtedly.
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Post by Dewey on Dec 3, 2008 10:29:41 GMT -5
In hindsight, I know it was probably foolish of me to inform the Enquirer that Ara and I are (still) dating. After all, it was that very illusion that caused so much trouble for us. However, I believe I'm capable of keeping in mind that we aren't truly dating this time. I'm going to have to be around her anyway, aren't I? I might as well cope with it through my own self-amusing antics. Besides, this is more about my image than anything else. I can't afford to have the people of France think I chose Audrey over Ara simply because I'm getting closer to the throne. And I can't afford to have them believe I broke poor Ara's heart, and that she's wallowing in self-pity every day. This was the best move, and I have no regrets about it. ;D
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Post by Dewey on Dec 8, 2008 10:48:52 GMT -5
I kissed Ara last night. True, it was because the Enquirer asked. We were posing in front of the palace's outdoor Christmas tree, during our annual tree-lighting celebration. And true, it was because Philippe was present, and simply challenging me to prove in some way or another that Ara and I are dating. But...I know that though these things weighed heavily on my decision to do what I did, my first and foremost reason for kissing Ara is... well, that I wanted to kiss her. I don't regret it. But imagine my surprise when Ara did not put up a fight, both during and after the kiss. I know she most likely did not wish to tarnish my image by making a fuss in front of the camera's and public. But what about afterward? Why wasn't she angry? Why didn't she curse me out as she is liable to do? She seemed do distant and quiet. It was unbecoming of her. Uncharacteristic. I'm not sure what to think. Perhaps I shouldn't have kissed her. I don't know..
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Post by Dewey on Dec 10, 2008 10:42:09 GMT -5
Ara is impossible to understand. One moment I feel she means one thing, and the next, she veers off in a completely different direction. I feel I may never comprehend her. She called to talk about the other night, but when I prompted her for her own thoughts, she said she hadn't any, because it was so sudden that it didn't afford her time to think. So I asked if a warning beforehand would help. She said she didn't want a next time, then, but soon afer she approved of it if warnings were involved. But then the warnings had to be a day in advance? Ara sometimes moves too quickly for me to stay afloat.
Anyway, this evening is the benefit concert for One Race. I'm quite nervous. I feel hot, I have butterflies in my stomach and goosebumps on my arms, and my palms feel sweaty. But it's not because I'll be dining with 250 of Auvernha's "high rollers", as Sasha called them. It's because I have a special surprise for Ara, and I simply don't know how she'll receive it...
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Post by Dewey on Dec 18, 2008 12:15:43 GMT -5
So much to write of. The benefit was a success. $250,000 was raised toward One Race. We received the highest reviews for our hospitality, catering, and entertainment. Jacqueline very much appreciated the gift Vanni and I had jointly presented to her. I'd like to believe Ara received her gifts just as well, too. Sometimes, she isn't as easy to read. I had composed two piano pieces for her, and she said the gesture was very nice. But she could have easily simply said that for show. Not that a reporter was nearby...
Although a reporter did ask about the engagment ring around her neck. I didn't plan on mentioning it otherwise. What does it mean that she wore it? She said it was to assist with the campaign. Were there any other motives?
There was hardly time to discuss it, though, because we quickly left to Australia immediately following the benefit. It was a lovely time. Until we ran into the Van de Broeck-De Wilde sisters. There we innocently stood, I trying to convince Ara to let me purchase her something, when Audrey suddenly happens upon us. And that intolerable sister of hers, Charlotte. And of course, they full well intended on starting trouble. I could hardly believe the things they said to Ara! Claiming she was unfit to be queen simply because of her upbringing. Because her parents were no longer with her.
I was incensed, of course. The papers claimed I didn't intend on standing up for Ara, but could I? Wouldn't I be in hotter water had I lifted a single finger against those two? Can you imagine if I had used my abilities? I probably would haev incinerated those two... I hope Ara knows that I was neglecting her honor by refusing to stand up for her. In fact, there was no refusal. I merely exercised caution. But she took matters into her own hands, as she is liable to do, and punched Charlotte. And Audrey.
Needless to say, it was all over the news. Her ratings went down, which means that bad light was shed upon me. Ara was under the impression that I cared more for my campaign than I did for her. And this simply was not true. Not in the least. But we are in the public and we must be careful about how to act and speak.
After spending hours in the security office, we are now back in France, and we will meet with a reporter today from the Times who will run a good story about the incident. Once it's published, I know other papers will also publish their own story. Hopefully we can put this all behind us.
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