(1310-06-06) A Formal Request
Summary: Pierre takes Clémentine along on a shopping trip, and makes a formal request of her.
RL Date: Tue Jun 05, 1310
Related: None
pierre clementine 

Jeweler

Hurricane lamps throw a warm golden patina over the jewelry shop, a resplendent jewel box smaller than many a noble stable. Beautiful things come in diminutive packages that feel like a treasured sitting room decorated in rich copper fittings and polished teak to offset the pavonine blues and greens. Every upholstered chair features a peacock spray of feathers embroidered onto the cushions. Three sparse tables topped in lapis reside in places of splendour where clients sip tea and review designs.%r%rFor a jeweler, practically no jewelry is on display other than samples and mockups shifting with the seasonal trends. Paste gemstones and plated samples glitter in velvet boxes displayed under glass in the round display cabinet mounted in the middle of the room. Hand-painted, narrow panels of the Hellene Muses separate mirrored panels hung upon the walls, the goddesses of creativity holding court under the chandelier and round domed roof. Sprays of flowers bloom in ornate Ch'in and Serenissiman pots, adding another soft element to the refined atmosphere of the shop. A door discreetly stamped private leads to the workshop where fantasies become reality through painstaking effort.


It is a bit into the morning, not long after breakfast, that Pierre comes for Clémentine at the Opera House. Instead of bringing a cart or walking, he comes riding a horse and bids her to join him for a slow and steady ride through the city streets. There is no indication that he has any actual plans for this, only that he wishes to spend the late morning with her riding through town, talking and enjoying her company.

And so he lures her outside, each mounting a horse before slowly taking off down some of the streets. Its a rather merry time. The noble Merchant seems to be in a good mood as he is near her. Down a street, turning right, down another street before he finally suddenly stops. He takes a breath, "Would you mind if we stop a moment? I have something here I need to get." he says, "You're welcome to join me." he offers, as he dismounts his horse. The street has a few shops, but the nearest one is a Jeweler's shop.

*

Clémentine reaches her arms out to Pierre, that he might help her from her horse. "I believe I would rather come in with you," she says, curls of red dancing about her face as she looks down on him. "I ask you, Pierre. Was there ever a woman that would not choose to do so? Especially when the shop in question is a jewellery one." Coin is paid to a lad to watch their mounts when, in a rustle of champagne riding silks, she's eventually helped from the back of horse, and there's a scintillating smile to Pierre as she tucks her arm through his. A glance to the sign that hangs without. "Isn't this the store that just opened? An Eluan courtesan owns it, I believe. I've not had time as yet to visit, but I've heard that she makes the most gorgeous of pieces. What can you be collecting from here?"

*

Helping her down from the horse, Pierre takes the opportunity that that brings to plant a soft kiss to Clémentine's lips as she comes against him, and before her feet reaches the ground. He turns them and waits for her to link her arm to his, "Well, what does one usually collect from a jeweler, my dear?" he wonders, giving her a teasing little smile. He starts to walk then for the door, "You will see, though." he promises her, "It is something I commissioned a while ago." he opens the door for her, stepping aside to let her enter first.

*

Clémentine steps past Pierre with a swish of her silks. "Ohhh…" That single word is bourne on an exhaled breath, her eyes widening at the opulence of the shop's interior. A half-turn to wait for Pierre since it'd do the shopkeeper no good at all to approach her first, this is all on the merchant she's with. "Isn't it lovely here?" her voice dropping now that they're in the hushed confines of the shop. If there's ever a way to bring joy to a woman, it seems that Pierre's found it within the shop, and after dropping a kiss to his cheek, Clémentine abandons his side and heads for one of the displays.

*

Pierre gives a nod to this, "You are quite correct. It is quite lovely in here." he agrees, "The mere sight of it would be enough to ruin someone without even the intent on buying something." he lets out a light laughter. He lets her go then to explore the shop's many displays as he turns to the shopkeeper. He leans in to whisper a few words before reaching inside his doublet to pull out a rolled up parchment. He hands this over to then give a nod. Once the shopkeeper moves away, Pierre turns back to Clémentine. He begins to approach her slowly, "Anything you particularly like?"

*

Clémentine waits until Pierre is behind her, then leans into him, a hand finding his to draw his arm about her waist. He'll feel the smile that brightens her face when she presses her cheek to his. "Would it be gluttonous of me to say that I adore everything? Look at the cut on those emeralds, the sparkle in those diamonds. I think a person might be so spoiled for choice in here that they'd need to spend the best part of a day simply attempting to decide between one piece and the next." She draws a deep breath, her fingers splaying through his as she holds his hand to the flat of her stomach. "If pressed, I would have to say that emeralds complement my hair to its finest." A pause, and a laugh. "Or, sapphires, my eyes."

*

Pierre leans in close against her as his arms move about her waist, his head dipping down a bit to let his lips plant once upon her neck. A nod is then given to this, "Mmh, well. I fear we do not have a day." he tells her, "We have considerably less then a day, in fact." he laughs once more, "But, as for spoiling you? I think I can do that. And, furthermore, I can step over your anxiety about choice and make it for you.." he glances to the side where the shopkeeper comes through a door in the back. A small wooden box, painted a deep purple, is brought up and handed over. Pierre has to release Clémentine to accept it, but once he does the shopkeeper moves away to give them some privacy. He turns then to look at her, "I had this commissioned for you shortly after we first met. It took a bit longer to make then I thought, but the gift is as relevant now as it was then." he says. He holds it up, "This, my beloved Clémentine, is for you."

The box is large enough to hold jewelry of a larger character. If she opens it here and now, she will discover within it a necklace of sorts. It is more like a choker then a necklace. It is one part satin cloth with a clasp, about two fingers wide and coloured a deep green. Sewn into the cloth is a gold necklace which is inset with finely polished green amber stones in different swirls of green, each in a near perfect waterdrop shape. At the centre, the very front, sits a large green emerald; its cut also as close to perfect as existing tools can make it. She will find that the choker itself, would fit her throat almost perfectly, as if someone delivered the exact measurements to the artist whom created it.

*

"For me?" Clémentine's so stunned by the contents of the box, that the question's slipped out before she's had time to process her thoughts. "Oh, Pierre. It is so beautiful. Are you sure? I mean… it must have cost so much." Her eyes lift from the choker to him, and he'll note the warming lift of colour to her cheeks that speak of a quickened heart. She lifts herself onto her toes and presses her lips to his. Soft and warm, she melts into him, and when the kiss is done, the tip of her nose presses to his before she pulls back enough that she can speak. "It is a gift worthy of the highest-born of our lands, Pierre. Thank you so much."

*

A nod is given to her words, "Yes, Clémentine. For you and for you alone." he replies to her, "I had intended for it to be a gift along with a formal request to court you. Then it took a bit longer to have it done and we progressed along the path without it. But now it is done, and I can think of no better time than now to give it to you." He reaches up with his hand to caress her cheek. "And to me, Clémentine? You are the highest-born of our lands. There is none higher." He lets his thumb caress along her cheekbone slowly, just enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin.

*

"Court me?" Concern replaces Clémentine's smile. "Oh Pierre, you cannot court me. Though you hold no land nor title, the fact that you are noble by birth makes a marriage between you and I difficult at best. I would not ask it of you. Would not ask for you to alienate yourself from your family for me. I know already what I mean to you, and you to me without the bindings of marriage, and if at sometime in the future you would take me as your consort, then I could ask for no more." Her eyes dip from his, and down to the box that she holds, fingers that are light and gentle tracing across a piece of the polished amber. Her smile can be heard in her voice as she muses. "Since when did men become so clever in the choosing of gifts? I feel like I must have blinked and missed something important."

*

"Clémentine, my dear. My family is of no concern." Pierre replies to this, "Remember, I was married once already. I am a widower, and my wife at the time was a commoner." he shakes his head to this, "I care not about my family, nor my name. It is, to me, just a name. What I have, I have built by myself. What I leave behind, will be my own legacy and not that of my family. And that future, Clémentine, I want to build with you. Or .. at least .. have a chance to see if we can build it together." he leans in to kiss her forehead, "So yes, I can court you, if you allow it." he adds.

*

"Like you, I answer to none but myself," Clémentine says, smiling at the kiss to her forehead. "It seems that we are quite the same in that regard." Her face tilts up, and there's the press of another kiss to Pierre's mouth. "If this is what you honestly desire, Pierre, then who am I refuse you? What we are, or might be, to each other, has already given me far too many sleepless nights. I am grown used to you in both my life and my bed, and cannot truly contemplate a time when I would not wish you there." She lifts the choker from where it's nestled in the case. "Will you fasten it about my throat?" A hand scoops her hair from her neck, and she turns where she stands, waiting for the weight of the piece to be settled about her throat.

*

"It is truly what I desire, Clémentine." Pierre replies to this, "It is what I desire, but do not require. The only thing I truly wish is to be near you always." When she then turns around, his hands moves to lift up the choker from the box. He makes sure to step in close behind her, his arms circling around her so that he can lift it up and hold it in front of her face. In this position, the light hits the emerald in the centre and lets it sparkle in all ints magnificence. He then slowly starts to move it in towards her neck, to then fasten it to her, "There." he says, "Now it is where it belongs."

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