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Accueil [/] Actualités «Suzanne» Biographie Contacts Avis des lecteurs BAGATELLE (Suzanne-6) My father sent me to Paris and took it upon himself to provide an explanation to the Prince d’Henin. He arranged for his personal cleric, the Abbot Barruel, to accompany me on the journey. I had a vague notion of the reason. The Prince de Talmont was under no illusion of the frustrated sensuality which simmered within me and he was concerned that should I be left alone, I might so something foolish. I had nothing against the abbot and I even found him to be quite an interesting person. However, to have to put up with him for an entire week, listening to his serious lectures, while my head was full of the most frivolous thoughts was an absolute torment. READ MORE Martinique (Suzanne-4) "I took a quick look at him from under my lowered eyebrows. He appeared handsome, grey-eyed, broad-shouldered, handsome and confident, just like a pirate. I could sense a restrained force and certain ferality about him. He had the most beautiful blond and wavy hair, like mine, tied behind his head like a gold ingot with a velvet band. “I was happy to assist you, my dearest mademoiselle de Talmont". I could barely conceal my irritation at the unpleasant surprise. “Oh, so you know who I am! Are you from Paris?” “Directly. But I shall not be in Martinique for very long. I will be in Port au Prince for no more than two days6”. “And who are you?” “I am afraid you will be disappointed. I am Rene Clavier, a merchant”. “Oh, a merchant”, I uttered with a frank expression of disappointment. “So you are not an aristocrat!” These words sprang from me almost involuntarily and I had all grounds to expect my new acquaintance to be offended. However, he merely laughed. He leant over me slightly, in such a way that his movement appeared slightly intimate, and explained, “Alas, my parents were no more than merchants in Nice. However, I am in no particular need of a title to feel good. In Paris I own a bank, if, mademoiselle de Talmont, you have any idea what that means". This remark could have been deemed a counter gibe. I replied angrily, “Of course, I do! I know how to read and write, have no doubt about that”. “I have no doubt about that. Your father, the Prince de Talmont, does me the honour of taking credits from my bank”. My eyes met his. They were grey, calm, clear, but impenetrable. Behind their steely calm, an icy chasm lay concealed. A cold frisson crept up my spine, like the premonition of something dangerous which the appearance of this man might bring to my life. He smelt of the expensive fragrance of ambergris and something else… something like wormwood. His light dark-grey frock coat opened slightly and I noticed something pinned to the inner side of the silk lining. It was a very beautiful, sparkling brooch. Something like a star, or a rose, with a dark, triangular stone in the centre. It resembled a mark of distinction, rather than a decoration. But why did he wear it hidden?" The Princess of Tuscany (Suzanne-1) 1778, the Duchy of Tuscany. Little Ritta knew neither her father, nor mother. Black-eyed girl with golden curls, she grew up in an Italian village with her grandmother and brothers, explored the white sands of Populonia, played among the orange groves and vineyards, misbehaved in the convent school without the slightest idea of how different she was from her village peers. “Time will pass and many lads will drown in the eyes of that girl,” fellow villagers used to say about her. But her family was poor and considered to be of low origin; the future did not smile upon the little orphan. Everything changed on the day when a dusty road carriage stopped near Ritta’s house in Tuscany. French nobleman, who came out of it, not only told the girl her real name —Suzanne — but also recognized her as a princess, his daughter. From now on, her fate was not to sell fish at a local market, but to shine at Versailles court and be the lady-in-waiting to Queen Marie Antoinette. However, she had to leave her brothers and completely forget about her past Italian life... Princess of Tuscany is the first part of Roxanne Gedeon’s historical saga about Suzanne, a beautiful French aristocrat, who had to fight for happiness and love in the terrible days of the fall of the kingdom. The novel depicts a wide panorama of life in Italy and France of the 18th century, as well as life of the French royal household and Paris. The Daughter of the Prince (Suzanne-2) "The Fairy of the Seven Forests" read here Visit my Youtube My Facebook The second chapter in English, read here The Fairy of the Seven Forests " (Kobobooks Store) in English " Suzanne " (Kobobooks Store) in French VIDEO Booktrailer " La Grande peur " est deja à amazon.сom La Révolution éclate en France. La Bastille est détruite, le mari de l’héroïne est tué, les aristocrates sont obligés d’émigrer à Turin. Déchirée entre la peur pour sa vie et l’amour pour François, Suzanne décide de retourner à Paris et d’épouser ce révolutionnaire. Cependant, sur le seuil d’une nouvelle vie, elle devra faire face aux drames sanglants qui se jouent autour du roi Louis XVI, de la reine Marie-Antoinette, et d’elle-même... Feuilleter le livre ici Et un nouveau extrait du livre " La Grande Peur " ici ( " LES AMAZONES GUELARDES " ) Le Roi Louis XVI rassemblait l’armée autour de Paris. Les deux derniers mois, mai et juin 1789, furent marqués par les troubles. La France semblait ne plus tarder à plonger dans l’anarchie. Les lois ne faisaient plus peur à personne, il était désormais d’usage d’entendre des injures exhalées contre le Roi, la Reine et le gouvernement. Après des discussions et des disputes qui durèrent plusieurs jours, les Etats Généraux, et surtout le Tiers-Etat, s’érigèrent d’eux-mêmes en une Assemblée nationale renommée ensuite en l’Assemblée Constituante chargée d’écrire la première constitution. En réponse à la tentative du Roi d’expulser l’Assemblée nationale de l’édifice du Parlement, les députés dirigés par le comte de Mirabeau tirèrent immédiatement leurs épées... © Roksane Gedeon ecrivaine Réalisation site internet Friendly Design Studio