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Marianne Delacroix



After Marianne's reunion with Ricard, she and her maids led the giant Direwolf on a tour around Candeln. After he was properly acquainted, Marianne retired for the night after a bath. To which Sir Ricard insisted on joining her, much to the countless attempts at arguing against such an action from Marianne's maids. To which, the large wolf ignored. Staving off any other protests with a vicious glare and threatening growl. Needless to say, it caused a bit of a scene at the female's bathhouse. Even worse, Marianne saw no issue joining her old friend in the waters. Besides, his large stature was more effective at concealing her naked form and his presence alone dared anyone else to lay eyes on her.

At least, it gave the maids time to prep Marianne's quarters to accommodate their honored guest.



The following morning, Marianne's senior maid entered her quarters to wake her at her usual time. She was not, however, prepared for the sight she came upon. It appeared that some time during the night, Marianne had decided her bed was not adequate enough and pulled all of the bedding and sheets off to curl up against the much fluffier 'bed' that was Sir Ricard's massive body. Cocooned and wrapped up with her pillows piled against his curled and sleeping frame, it was quite a sight to witness. Lady Marianne's smiling sleeping face was almost too much to bare. The senior maid had to place a hand against her lips to prevent herself from smiling, her cheeks tinging pink as she stifled a giggle. She had half a mind to invite the other maids in to come see, but Sir Ricard stirred. An ear twitched and he opened an eye to glare at the senior maid, startling her.

"Oh! Ah...I-I am here to wake Lady Marianne at her usual time, Sir Ricard. Please, pardon my intrusion."
The senior maid bowed deeply, hoping not to anger the giant wolf.
Closing his eye, Ricard let out a soft huff, resuming his slumber for a little while longer.
Heels quietly clacking as she approached the bundled up Iron Rose Knight and Heiress, the senior maid reached out with white-gloved hand to gently rouse and shake the sleeping woman's shoulder.
"Lady Marianne...Lady Marianne, wake up. It is time to start your day, my lady."
The senior maid spoke in a hushed tone of voice, nearly whispering.
Lest she provoke Sir Ricard's wrath.
She knew all too well his temper and overprotective nature of her Lady.
Marianne groaned and turned away from the senior maid, frowning in her sleep.
"Encore cinq minutes, s'il te plait..."
Marianne mumbled.
The senior maid bit her lip and went to try once more, but noticing a sharp glare from Sir Ricard and hearing that rumbling growl, she quickly backed off.
Standing there ,watching the two of them snooze so peaceably, she could only wait.
She didn't dare test or try Sir Ricard.
Sighing, her shoulders sagged.
"Ma deesse..."
The senior maid bowed her head low and 'crossed' herself.

Praying that Marianne would wake of her own accord, and soon.
If she missed breakfast, then not only will she have Sir Ricard to handle but a grumpy and hungry Marianne.
Neither was desirable. 



Thankfully, Marianne eventually woke and with her awakening, she carried on with the usual schedule of her average day. At this point in time, Marianne stood dressed in her usual white dress with her sword in hand in one of the cloisters/courtyards of Candeln. As she assumed her stance, her seven maids stood around her in a large circle with baskets of tomatoes in their arms. Sir Ricard was not far off, curled under the shade of a tree as he watched Marianne dutifully and attentively. Right now, was one of the peculiar and odd training sessions Marianne typically underwent, the courtyard mostly empty at the time being. Without a word, each of the seven maids suddenly grabbed at the tomatoes in front of them and threw them at Marianne. Each staggering their timing, strength of their throws, and arcs of their throws in an attempt to hit Marianne with them.

True to her moniker, Marianne was swift and graceful with her movements. Expertly slicing clean through each tomato with such precision so that the halves safely evaded her body with nary a drop of juice dotting her white dress. It was almost as if the strange and queer practice was rehearsed and choreographed beforehand, however that was not the case. Moving as if she were dancing, Marianne was simply keeping her skills with her blade sharp and well honed in the ways of the Delacroix. Watching with slight movements of his head, Sir Ricard couldn't voice his opinions. But, one could see the gargantuan wolf was impressed and pleased with his Lady. Truly, she was well-deserved of the Delacroix Duchy when her time came. To any onlooker, it would seem like a rather curious and wasteful method of training. However, Marianne provided for the fruits from her own purse. With her own coin. 

So, it was hardly a concern. The maids did not mind the cleanup after. They were well used to this by now. In fact, they even played a game. Whomever is able to actually hit Marianne or speckle her dress with crimson liquid, they were relieved of their duties for the day unbeknownst to Marianne and treated to a round of drinks and other treats by the other maids. Needless to say, to this day, none of them had their unofficial 'off day'.
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