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andré decour benejou, le duke de monroth ([personal profile] monroth) wrote in [personal profile] chanteuse 2018-07-31 07:47 pm (UTC)

[ He had to hand it to her, it was quite the scheme. It made him feel a bit proud, all things considered, and while her motives were clear enough, he still came out on top. And there was something deliciously amusing in seeing Christian ripped down like that.

When the night came, André sat and watched. He'd been the one to call for help. Help, of course, meant someone that worked for him to take Satine away from watchful eyes. A doctor, a man under André's thumb, had declared the best thing for the body was burning - between the disease and headstone and coffin costs, it was simpler. All it had done was ensure no open caskets of burials, and while Satine's family mourned for her, she was whisked away to the country in the south of France.

A simple manor by André's standards, it still stood grand and lavishly furnished, surrounded by a garden. It would make a good home for Satine while Andre went to and from the city on business. It's sunset when Satine finally stirs, and a maid fetches the master of the house. In his waistcoat and shirtsleeves, the duke sits on the bed, taking Satine's hand in his.
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I was beginning to think you'd never come round.

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