The autumn always had its special charm at the countryside.The long lonely moments spent in the woods, the cool breeze, the wild perfume of life.
Athelina never thought someday she will come to appreciate those things. but here she was, wandering through the paths, simply enjoying the solitude.After her marriage to René de Lorraine her eventful life simply seemed to dry up.The balls, the dances, the jewellery the courtesy ... everything remained there, at the Royal Court.
And now here she was, at her husband's countryside residence, away from everything that meant her life until now.And she couldn't believe she didn't miss all those beautiful and ephemeral things.
She couldn't say she was happy.But she was content with the life she had now.The Baron respected her, letting his young wife do almost everything she wanted.Well, almost everything, because they couldn't appear at the Court.
In her first year of marriage Athelina dropped the fashionable gowns and adopted simpler dresses, in which she could work around the house along with the servants.
Bu the first snow of that year, the new Baroness de Lorraine was already pregnant with her first child.Now, that the night became longer and days shorter, Athelina loved spending her time playing chess, discussing with her husband or weaving.
In 1618 she gave birth to a healthy baby girl, whom they named Jacqueline and although the young mother was quite nervous about the delivery, the midwife managed to calm her and drive away all her fears when she put the baby in Athelina's arms.Even if it had been a painful experience, the Baroness knew that the midwife's words were a distressing truth: "Don't worry ma'am.It's always the hardest with the first one.By the time you'll give birth to your tenth, you won't feel anything anymore".She still hoped she won't have to bear so many children.
All this time, in the kitchen, escaping notice, Barbe, the Baron's childhood friend, spent her days dividing her existence between cooking, gossiping with the bounders from the nearest village and dreaming of an easygoing life.
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